Unlight shines into

the crevices of my eyes.

Doth daylight's whisper—

morning’s slight nudge?

The day’s bellowing yawn,

the earth’s achy cough.

Death and destruction,

the dirt rough and tough.

A mountain blows its nose,

flames flying above.

An ethereal light shines—

the whimper of a dove.

The world is tired,

and yet it’s forced awake.

People push it around,

sealing their fate.