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the beauty, the resolute stillness of night and the absence of a day's wreckage, too is no consolation for that greater hollow which yet darkens my countenance and voids my soul but in the aches of time, all shall emerge complete if unfilled then at least whole — holy, even — under better eyes than mine more open eyes than mine, heavy under insomnia so, in passing with the moon, that complete and empty dawn will arrive by a close of the eyes, a gentle descent to sleep which is why it cannot come so easily, lest the waking day illume my solitude
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Jul 17, 2025
Jul 17, 2025 at 5:38 AM UTC
good morning, midnight
the beauty, the resolute stillness of night and the absence of a day's wreckage, too is no consolation for that greater hollow which yet darkens my countenance and voids my soul but in the aches of time, all shall emerge complete if unfilled then at least whole — holy, even — under better eyes than mine more open eyes than mine, heavy under insomnia so, in passing with the moon, that complete and empty dawn will arrive by a close of the eyes, a gentle descent to sleep which is why it cannot come so easily, lest the waking day illume my solitude
Inspired by 'Good Morning, Midnight' - Jean Rhys. Written before I slept, so I guess I'm a hypocrite. first of the 'nocturnes' series
#midnight#sleep#insomnia#dawn#solitude
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Jul 17, 2025
Jul 17, 2025 at 5:38 AM UTC
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