Unlight shines into
the crevices of my eyes.
Doth daylight's whisperâ
morningâs slight nudge?
The dayâs bellowing yawn,
the earthâs achy cough.
Death and destruction,
the dirt rough and tough.
A mountain blows its nose,
flames flying above.
An ethereal light shinesâ
the whimper of a dove.
The world is tired,
and yet itâs forced awake.
People push it around,
sealing their fate....
