In quiet heat a roaring mind
Makes fool of dawn, alone.
The sun reflects themself to find
A foreign face within the rays.
Deep set rot is burnt away
And new life begins to sprout.
You will fade with time
My child, victim of the drought.
But the sickened flesh remains.
Who stands among us now?
Caged within rotten walls
The son is dead.
The sun now walks his halls,
Fresh dawn on furrowed brow.
Stranger, foreign soul,
Who yet wears our face,
Must name yourself.
Name this fetid place,
Honour what you stole.
A name for rot,
A name for dawn,
Two as one.
With a stifled yawn
Did hearts unknot.
Name yourself,
Name us all.
Jeanbo.
Daybreak falls.
New dawn calls.
On I,
On you,
Us.
We are
Enough.
Rot.
Breathe.
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Dawn;
Me.