I can see the dark side of the morning

Nothing ends, some say.
Every tree and cloud,
remembers your life.
But I see clouds exploding,
and trees drummed in flesh.
One beat, a down beat.
No more than Batman,
without a cape.
So, I choose…..
not to be stripped
of morning light.
And a blue sun,
binding us both.

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