Not at daybreak, the tide rolls in two feet on the floor, knowing is the steps of giants feigning sleep, old blankets small to sleep, waiting for water trace to thirst, now at daybreak, you have realized.
We are working on your flaws. Undoing the shadows that cross your way. Like a needle in thread we work tirelessly. All night until the sun is coming up, and the small birds are chirping, "we care, we care!"