angst cycle (iii) — [Р] (iii)

bright is the dawn day
not at all
it’s just a lack of
wrecking your shins against unseen things
now you can wreck them
against the seen instead

’tis time
of course
that’s raised the sun
a yo–yo on its string

it’s nice the night has fucked off
but this landscape
i don’t have a clue
i can’t see it yet