Torrential outflow,
In dawn’s face, love, a still source,
The fountain of grace.


A stormwind shaking
All roots out of their safety,
Stripped bare, a clear sky.


This roaring stillness,
The river of stars dewing
On the face of dawn.


Gulping down the sky,
Torn open by blue secrets
Flowering, the sun.





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