Today drifts incarnate into tomorrow.
The intensity of the ascending sun
makes my feelings feel trivial and false,
competing as they do with a star.
Daybreak on her face brings envy of light
and it's transforming abilities.
It reveres her lines so much more
than I ever could.
She burns and is so real
and substantial and I'm an
ephemeral dream, as transient
as every passing second.
She turns her waking glance
and my form solidifies.
The promise of a day contained
within her morning eyes.
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