Aurora pts. 1 and 2

The sun stands up
Heedless of my cry
Stinging my senses like a lie

Thoughts once borne on filaments of air
Fade
Polished to pale glass now
With care-worn-fury

My mind made mute
Bound by its own sick inertia...

The day dawns
Blinks
Yawns
Mouth full of gold

But
Goldcosts
Lightslost
Soulscold

The sun moves
A worn groove
Ears stopped with clay

Your cutthroat-neckrope
Remains of the day