The Rising Of The Sun
From The Pataphysician
Artwork by Gail Bradshaw
Each day is new, The wind, the birds, the trees, the rising sun, our varied familiars. Through lilac bloom I breathe the morning air and swear never to fall asleep. Mere witness though I be, my responsibility is clear. I am here, and must remain, awake, and spinning in this impossible beauty.
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