The sun etches its way through the fog
off the river,
the dawn is painted glass
in a way
that makes me wish I missed church.
The cold air
my communion
because I can't stand to see any more blood.
The sun claws its way through the fog
the night
is stripped from my bones.
Just for a moment, I can believe
there is nothing lurking out there,
nothing for me to run from
and nowhere for me to go.
Only a river, that spectral city
beyond it,
and a whole world steeped in light.
The sun finds its way through the fog
and it splits the bridge in two.
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