I've been chasing sunrise for a while now. Silhouettes in the sky, shapes in the clouds, dreams whispered to thin air. I saw her crack but dawn never rose. I'm chasing sunrise but my eyes hide behind night skies. I falter. Rest overtakes me. I want to witness the intersection of past and present but even when I watch her rise like a villain overtaking a city, it is insufficient. Momentary awe as the dust settles. The hues may change but the day is the same. Hours manmade, time is relative. The hues form peach and blues til noon then purples and navy til I realize nothing can save me. Like a glitch in the matrix, it's another loop. I'm tracing palm trees in the sky, wondering how many planes passed me by in one lifetime. Throw your head back, it's a predictable ride.