Fay Slimm.

Outs.

 

 

Outs.

 

Stretching and shouldering night away a sun crouches
to birth black\'s ousting
by extra powerful battle with dark\'s hollowed pouches
then outs in sparkling showers.

 

Glimmers on sightless horizon reveal light\'s celebration
while un-trodden dreaming
newly writhing in close-capped life waits inertia\'s frame
stirring shake before rising.

 

Open-eyed, naught is over as hinging on less or more,
sun, with slumbering done
now hurries to open the thin partition between yawns
for day more hours has won.