Absolute Morning
First, its hinted glint tinged the
Venetian Blinds like a timid child.
Slowly its emboldened gleam
permeated the obscure room
dispelling night’s cryptic rule.
Second, it beamed a brilliant column
of sun, glaring through blinds and
reflecting against the back wall.
Its gradual growing glow bled through
cracks and corners of the windows,
flooding the room with the brilliant blaze.
Finally, the dawn was declared as
the golden rapture hollowed out
the slightest shadows and took over.
Its light became the dominant force
defining the new day,
the absolute morning.
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