twenty-four hours

rise with the sun
as the rooster calls roll
reach for the light
as the petals unfold
shadows stretch forth
cooling earth as seen fit
horizons at bay, unattached,
the glow of the moon
shines a light from atop
pacing unmatched,
without pause, without stop
run with the dead
plant the soles in the ground
lay in the soil
in the blackest of sound

Author: Marz

⪻ she | siya ⪼
I am a 1.5 generation Filipino-Chinese American immigrant, born in Makati and raised in Southern California. I write, paint, cook, express. Professionally, I am with a national nonprofit organization working on public health, behavioral health, and health justice issues. My background is in education, research, medicine, and health policy and law. Casually, I am a cat lady.
 Based in Los Angeles, California.

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