...i'm actually not sure if this is technically poetry, but it's at least what i set out to attempt to make:
when the day broke the night choked as if on an exhale of smoke that was too strong for lungs to maintain and so it's coughed out all at once like the horizon spits the moon out but leaves the sun to remain. and in the same vein when night breaks the sun drops like shards from a shattered window a stained glass window with galaxies, stars, planets and it's a permanant fixture but only as permanant as the sun allows.