the problem with dawn
she slides through the slightest gap
filling my mind
my soul
with her last minute of frost
before filling me with the promise of warmth
cyclic
eternal
with no care for one's own agenda
she pushes herself through dreams
and desires
she is all-knowing and unknowing
the beginning and end
death and rebirth
curse her
adore her
revere her
worship her
for without her
there is nothing
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