A Flux In Grace 8

A Flux of Grace When grace is only half awake Worlds before dawn Souls may enter incomplete Worlds are also of a piece Arriving hungry eyeing all the exits Dawn is so quicksilver There are no half-deaths Ends are also over early No nearly finished deaths Birth is more than moments Dusk is not just dawn run in reverse Clinging is the consequence of fluxion Instead a sign of grace about to dream Imperfect souls in time dissolve Night follows day but is the more protracted Grace can be very hard to wake So much seems premature It tones the very cosmos blue