A Sight for More Eyes

Dawn was a day ago
and one drink from now
it will have been a week.

You made, that's a phrase
meant to do what you know
the second person always does:

syllabic, lambic,
nonsense is in the cards

you turned one over,
published the recipe
for an omelet.

Carrying your life
from the south
to a North 

star is not point
because being on fire
hurts when it's gone on too long.

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