Inauguration
This day is sharp.
It is trenchant.
This day is alive before the light,
blooming with evident readiness
and tiny men lifting their hats
and eagerly checking the time.
It is something to see.
At least in the darkness it is something to see.
After everything, it is something, to see.
It is painful:
to test the sun with your finger,
to know …
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