Sunrise
of unfailing, timely arrival,
of east to west,
of twilight to morn,
of drought and grain,
of bloom and bleach,
of maternal warmth,
of vengeful incineration,
of calendar and tradition,
of worship and loathing,
I will finally fall asleep again
beneath the aurora.
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I really like the mix of words that chose for this poem. In particular, ‘vengeful incineration.’ That was very unexpected Good write!