Read Poem: Rising of the Sun, by Caden Hollander

Everything’s getting blurry, fuzzy
Spinning around in a circle so fast
Colors zip through my eyes
Are you with me? I don’t know.
The night’s over before it’s even begun
And as I look out my window the sun
Is rising beautifully, horrifically.

I’m blinded by the glow of its uncertainty because
A new day is dawning
So quit with our wanting
And just focus on belonging
In this city, which worships perfection
Until we’re perfect, then suddenly
They’re all hurling tomatoes at us
Knocking us off the throne of the sun
As we tumble to our doom below,
Icarus.

When I fall, will you be there to pick me up?
If I vomit, will you hold my cup?
If you leave with the rising of the sun,
Will we break up?
Everything’s getting blurry, fuzzy.

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