...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.