Seeing

The Bird of Dawn

The Sun which cedes the day to night does not vanish

But plays peekaboo with the planet

Which spins the universe to display

The cosmos comprised

Of other suns invisible by day.

 

So that which over rides infinity

With local flame

Must shut its eyes

To surprise reality

With a childish game.

 

The bird of day with wings of light

Sweeps off galaxies to reaffirm

Dominance of proximities

That do not spare

Entirety from local glare.

 

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