The Infinite Dawn


Forever awakening to an eternal sunrise
Limbs that stretch without end,
Mouths that yawn without end,
They stretch
And yawn
Without end
In preparation
In eager provision
Of the day that should kick start
Any minute now
Any minute!

Waiting for the sun to climb
An insurmountable sky
For the cockerel to sing
Church bells to ring
Flowers to spring
‘Cause nothing really rhymes
Or makes sense
When you are perpetually tied
To a beginning that should unfold
Any minute now
Any minute!

The pain
The wrath
The increasing lack of predisposition
To carry on
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