Dawn

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Dawn

Ecstatic bird songs pound

the hollow vastness of the sky

with metallic clinkings⁠—

beating color up into it

at a far edge⁠—beating it, beating it

with rising, triumphant ardor,⁠—

stirring it into warmth,

quickening in it a spreading change,⁠—

bursting wildly against it as

dividing the horizon, a heavy sun

lifts himself⁠—is lifted⁠—

bit by bit above the edge

of things,⁠—runs free at last

out into the open⁠—! lumbering

glorified in full release upward⁠—

songs cease.