A new dawn arises,
one in which the sun of old
has red-shifted away, has collapsed
and expanded, has swollen and reddened
and burst with every filament and spore
its life blood, its soul energy, and buckled
into a distant, miniscule star, white as the grave's
effervescent tombs.

A new dawn arises,
one in which the dew of old
is not frozen as before, one where pedal and
plant awaken to the fresh drops of the sky sliding
to their stems. Dewey dew drops drop catching
the sunlight in their eyes, reflecting the dreams of old
when love and mercy were in unison, together,
living for the the stars.

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