Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

To See

I remember nothing,
Except the golden colors of dawn.
The world awakens,
Flashes of light break the sleep
And give birth to busyness.

The grass is still wet with dew
When I step out to greet
The morning with anger
Left over in my eyes.

The sun stings my pupils,
I'm temporarily blinded.
But where I'm going,
I won't need to see.


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