there is a moment
when the heavens are first breached by color
when time and light
conspire to the steal away the virginity of another day
scarcely felt colossal motions of a boiling sun
setting the sky a-fire
from ember-tipped black lines weave
blue-grey living vines of aether
echoes of smoldering sunrises
Author notes
Contemplations on dawn. The actual dawn. No metaphors here. Really.
Comments
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I have to admit. That was profound.
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pretty. but I think you stole one of my lines. totally unfair.
I like "scarcely felt colossal motions of a boiling sun"
it has this sense of Magnitude.
very image-heavy. like.
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