if everyday could be like morning

as if
one could watch dew
with little more than sense

straddling fences unburned

man gets too tired to care but stays up all night to feel the cold and creaking silence of night's shrinking armor just before dawn

something
that means something
beyond meaning

rarely do i belong to one who isn't missing

this is the earth that turns
too quickly
beneath feet, rails, and wheels
to consider
the incomparable distances
between men