A Narrowing
The break of dawn is a narrowing
Of perception. All that remains
Of the firmament are a couple of stars
And a chalked wisp of moon
By noon there’s just too much light
And the universe hides. This small
place, which isn’t even a star to
Anyone else in the rest of the cosmos,
Becomes, for us, the entirety.
This world becomes enough
Love is the light that makes
Just one person enough
The higher the apex of its sun
The less it seems that anything
Else could ever so shine
And the more singular is this universe
9/21/22
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