Sep 14 | Paradox (Poem)
I thought, “When Dawn comes,
I will run out and scream aloud
that the day is new and the day is forever.â€
I thought, “When the sun clears the horizon
it will shine on me and I will be glad.
The world will finally listen.â€
I told you it would be the True Dawn,
the Dawn behind all shadows of dawns,
the Sunrise over the wreckage of all previous sunrises,
a chorus in the morning that will summon all flesh
to catch fire in its great light.
You shook your head and walked away.
The sun set.
Now I am alone.