Bus stop at dawn, waiting in the rain.

Night rain Slow-fast storming, A sky overrun. Thick gunmetal vapors Begrudging give way to Robin’s egg optimism. Dark indifference cannot hold.

If sunlight can thunder through storm, I heard it with my eyes this morning. Beginning of days These days Feel like sunsets in reverse. Dawn calibrates, An apocalypse record-skip.

One more day To live, Board a bus, Circulate breath, Push red once more through infinite gates. Every heartbeat slow-fast, A quiet sunrise.

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