Waited for daybreak
A piercing gaze to set me free
Shadows crawl around
I am not alone
Stains of light ethereally near
The heavy hands are locked
The hour never comes
To force a dawn past infixed always
To photograph this moment
Would suffice to show all moments
Of my rounded eternality
Different is a harlot
Trying to turn new grooves
But all bites speak from crooked teeth
I awoke again to many
Tomorrow may be one
But it's been forever many
Blue to red to white
Black to gold to grey
All unfine while all still pale
Once you sing anew
I will hurried go
To keep you from a doubling back
I see the shiny leaves
From within my grassy pane
Seen and stuck, death and seed
(Does the oak envy the acorn?)
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