The morning – hour 9 poem

I look into the night

An abyss and a revelation later,

A vision dawns over the cityscape of dust

The particles of the universe begin to shine through.

As i wait at the bus stop that morning,

Light wedges its way out of me

Until i am the blazing sun

looking down at the bus stop, at me, waiting

For another eureka moment to arrive.

 

 

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