The town has opened to the sun.Like a flat red lily with a million petalsShe unfolds, she comes undone.A sharp sky brushes uponThe myriad glittering chimney-tipsAs she gently exhales to the sun.Hurrying creatures runDown the labyrinth of the sinister flower.What is it they shun?A dark bird falls from the sun.It curves in a rush to the heart of the vastFlower: the day has begun.

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