Softer Daylight

Indirect sun is the best kind of light
Ranking avowed, certain and bright
Clarity's victim gone in the mist
Frankly a dictum, wrongly to grist

Floundering sound of effable days
Wandering bound to unstable maze
Creatures they run off back to the ditch
Under the day not wanting a switch

Further than gloom a face meets your eye
Poisonous bloom, a flower who cries
For what have you done by being you
Identity crumbs were eaten up too

Before the dusk and after the noon
Sharpening tusks for sifting a tune
Chords and the notes you wrote for the light
Ranking avowed, certain and bright

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