The Rising Sunlight

== The Rising Sunlight ==
The night’s showering moon
wraps me into a dark blanket,
covering my mind and then
binding me to the aura’s view
glooming outside my window.
My eyes sleep with tranquility,
as the empty darkness
watching me in the miasma,
like the black, invisible spider
crawling into my open mouth.
The gentle, warping state of
empty nothingness is pleasant,
without any blinding sound
roaring in my ears or the
screech of crashing cars.
I must all commence an ending,
the descending manly moon,
subsiding back into the mountains,
together for another night,
as it utterly has no lunar shine.
As the sunlight shines above me,
I feel as if its orange rays are
raying onto my flesh and
ripping it out with every ounce of
shining and deadly luminosity.
The sunlight wakes me up painfully,
ripping through my balling eyes,
cowering after the hidden blanket,
of how it is another flaming day,
in this lightly headed world.
The birds call and my face,
it is forever disturbed once again,
by the impending rising of the sun,
punishing me after the speed
came so quickly and left speedily.
It reaches the flaring summit,
the rising sunlight.
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