RECOVERY LOG 077
FRAGMENT 7871
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Bleary eyes, five-fifteen Cold water on my face Receipt stack on the counter Phone face-down in its place The room feels sharp and tidy Like it made a choice last night I can hear the day Click into line Little broken pieces Fall in rhyme Cold, clear logic Cold, clear logic I can see it now Cold, clear logic Cold, clear logic Pulls me through somehow I read the text twice over Then I let it go A half-made plan on paper By the sink below The fog was all around me Now the edges draw in light I can hear the day Click into line Little broken pieces Fall in rhyme Cold, clear logic Cold, clear logic I can see it now Cold, clear logic Cold, clear logic Pulls me through somehow No grand sign No sudden spark Just a straight clean path Cutting through the dark Hands steady now Heart not loud I wake up simple And I trust it now Cold, clear logic Cold, clear logic I can see it now Cold, clear logic Cold, clear logic Pulls me through somehow