Reversed Kaila Gallacher
if there was any proof needed that the world and I are at odds. displaced. it is here. when the sun finds me. chilled. and wide wake. at 6AM. watching the steady bleaching of the night sky as the world ever so slightly lightens and begins your dawn. it is in that steady elliptical movement that dance refracted in a linear time. it is a dawn that looks more like twilight, reads more like Kafka. a reversed sunset in a mirror on fire, to weary eyes that have yet to be able to trust sleep.
it is the solidity of contention in that singular moment while I’m dreading sunrise because of what it says.
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