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Daylight

Kun Zhu

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This is/all temporary./I hear her whisper./like all illusions of crushing tides,/the wave only subsides as I anchor myself/to the rhythms of my/exhalation/again./There are a/multitude of mountains behind me:/Accumulated from a myriad of infinitesimal steps,/a miraculous unfolding of the butterfly effect/I am here, somehow/against all/Odds.

stay/for another day./I hear her whisper./There will be sunlight/pouring in over the windowsill;/reminding me that what I currently see/will not be the extent of all that I see./No matter how strenuous the/next breath feels/I have always/found it/Again.

What does/hope mean to you?/She asks and I respond:/the luminescence of sunrise,/penetrating through the wintress night./the way shadows collapse into dawn,/a sunlight-drenched hour/not previously seen -/the remedy at/daybreak.

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