New Day Poem by Daniel Phillips

By tomorrow,
by the first light of anything,
i'm not hollow,
i am filled with the shape of things.

Outlooks and insights, the music of life,
a complete conversion from absolute night.
And I know that you're here for a grand fuckin' ball
but I've got a secret i'm telling to all:

You are afraid, we all are afraid,
and nothing and noone can make that ok,
nothing and noone could make me ok
until the dawn

this rosy dawn