Tomorrow from Seven to Nine

Nothing diurnal feels magical.
Whatever comes around every day,
Whether that day is special or not,

Itself can’t possibly be special.
The Korean Hour of the Dragon
Corresponds to sunrise and a bit.

The sun is a dragon with a bit
In its shining mouth, called Gravity,
By which it hauls all seasons around,

And the mind has its own dragonlings,
Named Poetry and Quotidian.
Mind would end tomorrow without them.