I am the breaking dawn.
My star burns eternal.
I light the way through all
you experience in
this world. Behold the night,
a supernova’s dance

frozen where no life dwells.
In space, it’s empty. We’re
godless, devoid of the
warmth we need to feel. I
cry. I yearn. I reach for
you, your heart, your mind, your

soul. I ask you what you
need to hear to be the
ruler, the lover who
unleashes holy fire
on this abandoned plane.
Angels fall from the sky.

By Michael Anthony Adams, Jr.