Day to Day

Waking up seconds
Before the day’s Sun
Starts the melting
Process onto the horizon
Seeping in holes
Of neighborhoods
With dark tree lines
Attitude is
On the edges
Blurring the lines
Of a true sunset
Seeing the sky
From up high
Until one step outside,
And reality disappears
One draw of breath
Becomes a daily task
The most beautiful
Parts of the melting Sun
Wake up for that,
And everything
Under the horizon
Will resolve naturally

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