Lines of light greet the sky so bright,
Stoking the kiln of the horizon red,
Hordes of snores hearing their last,
Waking up to the heat like bread.

Mildew on the sides studded with dew,
The sinews,
Of the ground and heavens,
Throbbing with fresh blue.

Hours passed since,
Eyelids closed the world in,
The real mixed in with the bizzare,
Now the curtains swing open,
Show's got no stars.

"Wake up!!" cries the morning rooster,
Witness this explosion on the grey screen!
An encore,
Of what?
The earth theatre.