grand designs on the sunrise are interrupted by dances with stars brightness rules the night and continues at the ripple of first pink do you wonder with me at the beauty of an imagination while expressing your coffee consternation at the adjective wielded poorly, often, as best I can to say what won't come across under any conditions, warm cold relative absolute mossy tree branches the meaning kills the message for the ways are but so many before the breaking faster comes a hummingbird so slow when things cease to cruise, move still, keep on, order the direction to continue on its path, whatever the pace, for stopping, laying down, giving out, these are not options in a loyalty commitment stew that stirs and stirs breaking down the ingredients as more come in and you might eat but you'll never finish, as the morning builds its case to make the day into a chase for the night and the next sunrise sure to be diverted by the galaxies next door