i can acutely describe the coming of the dawn

i can acutely describe the coming of the dawn
as a curtain raised by western stars.
hot stage light held back by black metal mountains.

i can precisely account for the breaking of the day
by a Brazilian carnival adorned in pinks fire red yellows
impatiently held at the crest of the mountains.

i can exactly relay the dawning of this day
with God in dilated labor.
joyful cries shoot violets across the sky and the mountains.

i can hardly describe the coming of the dawn
as a stone rolled back by western-star angels.
how death, again, is overwhelmed by the coming of the Sun
from beneath tombish mountains rise.

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