At dawn, I collect the ashes of the diminishing moon. At dawn, I gather birdcall and drumbeat to build a new song. At dawn, I call down the stars to grant you a million quicksilver wishes. I clear away the rust in train graveyards. At dawn, I discuss longing with stray dogs. I ride shotgun with wolves cruising the Hollywood hills. At dawn, I command my army of loud coffee cups and lucky pennies into action. I act as a shrink for the tumultuous sea. At dawn, I convene all lost keyholes and find them their perfect door.