'Twas late at dawn;
so lonely loud;
my sleepless yawn
progressed as clouds;
my dream-lit song;
had echo rounds,
rotating wrongs;
like waking sounds,
why mornings prove;
for ending ground;
never have grown;
despite no bounds
why humans born
unknowledged pounds;
by needing more;
what's never found;
for nothing's mere;
yet nothing's here;
why do we fear
what's never clear;
why daylights horn
like breaking mounts
when nothing's sworn;
its needless crowns.
