Not So Hidden
the dawn turns slowly away,
puzzled as a curse
by what lurks in its flaws:
a paradox
which ants and worms and even highest birds
and playful children
never see:
a vast beauty
whose eternal flame fascinates even as it brightens--
and yet awakens harm.
comets
strum starry harps and lyres with their plumes,
and yet the sweet night too falters,
swinging its sidereal crown,
silver candelabra in hand,
past so many scarred ghosts.
like that, just so,
above those down below them
broken on the unforgiving earth,
the precious day and the treasured night
move on.
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