Our spiring sun sheds tons a day
But each still dawn
Clears the rooftops again
To roost with the morning stars.
The hills tumble down
Rock by rock
And the rivers zig
Where they used to zag.
Trees
Run
Rings
Around
Themselves.
Why do we call it sunrise,
When it's just earth
Rolling over
Like a dog?
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