As I air the morning clear (+ hours 1 & 2)

As I air the morning clear
With taste of newborn sun
I find the furry lawn
A wondrous place for cheer

6 AM
These walks, oh lonely walks
Where is your hand?
It embodies earthly space
Why not same as mine?
The wind it talks of nothing
Except how silence speaks
To resonate inside
I wonder as I wait
A car, that gentle pass
Turning courses turning
The neon lights are burning
I wander through the dawn

7 AM
When speaking finds a tempo
I know I'm on the phone
When digit-numbers bleed
I know I'm still asleep
I moan and groan
Preemptively complaining
Of later rising up, and wishing
I was still asleep
Oh ferocious rising!
The vicious waking body!
Hard, but often funny how
I know to blame the clock