Every morning
To the sound of his opening eyes
He pops to his feet
Ready
Resiliently grinning
As though to spite those who aren't
He wags his tail
He thrust proof onto the world
"This is for those who pretended.
For those that feign ignorance of me."
There is no weight
He does not understand regrets
Choreographed, he sniffs purpose
Lifting his dancing feet down the hall
There is no obstacle at the foot of your bed
Soon he is searching for your eyes
Yearning for the recovered
Hoping to teach you
Every morning
He wakes up clean
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