"there are faces before which even light appears to be an imperfect imitation." i copied that down. that one's mine now.
Morning Higness
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How did Your Highness awaken this morning? Radiant... or merely veiled by the ancient tragedy of existing? I have always suspected that true beauty is not born of perfection, but of the strange…
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"there are faces before which even light appears to be an imperfect imitation." i copied that down. that one's mine now.
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How did Your Highness awaken this morning? Radiant... or merely veiled by the ancient tragedy of existing? I have always suspected that true beauty is not born of perfection, but of the strange courage to open one's eyes and, in spite of everything, continue illuminating the world.
I imagine the sun hesitating before breaking the horizon, like an ageing king who, for the first time, fears his own throne. Perhaps it sought permission to rise above your head, not out of reverence for the heavens, but because it recognised that there are faces before which even light appears to be an imperfect imitation.
How curious... we spend our lives believing that dawn is what rescues mankind, when, sometimes, a single presence is enough to justify the existence of morning.
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the morning light hesitating, is that about shyness, or about respect, or something else entirely?
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the courage to open your eyes despite everything. i recognised that. that's real.
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okay but when's chapter 7 though. this one left me wanting more.
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is the 'you' in this poem someone specific or is it like, a question you're asking every morning about who you're capable of being?
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three images: the sun hesitating, the ageing king fearing his throne, a face that makes light look incomplete. that's all i remember about this and it's exactly enough.
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"there are faces before which even light appears to be an imperfect imitation." i copied that down. that one's mine now.
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is this about someone real, or more like the way you wish mornings could be?
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the part about the sun hesitating before breaking the horizon. i felt that in my chest.