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Stretching and shouldering night away a sun crouches to birth black's ousting by one more empty circle of dark's hollowed pouches then outs in sparkling showers. Spangled with myriad star-labour unfolding membranes, like numberless leaves dreamers listen to soft serenades as the universe favours lullaby-songs to deep breathing. Silvered surface shivers with night-eyes as glittery dust follows with dart-swift flight each soul's winged journey while murmuring such mysteries to those sleeping still. Glimmers on sightless horizon reveal light's celebration while untrodden dew newly writhing in close-capped life waits inertia's frame stirring to shake before rising. Piercing the brain time's needle regathers worn threads and remembers that more sown seed means now-grown grain needs re-collection in daylight's mind-aware storage. Open-eyed, naught is over as hinging on less or more, sun, with slumber done, now hurries to open the thin partition between yawns of torpidity to more hours won.
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Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 5:12 PM UTC
Time's Needle.
Stretching and shouldering night away a sun crouches to birth black's ousting by one more empty circle of dark's hollowed pouches then outs in sparkling showers. Spangled with myriad star-labour unfolding membranes, like numberless leaves dreamers listen to soft serenades as the universe favours lullaby-songs to deep breathing. Silvered surface shivers with night-eyes as glittery dust follows with dart-swift flight each soul's winged journey while murmuring such mysteries to those sleeping still. Glimmers on sightless horizon reveal light's celebration while untrodden dew newly writhing in close-capped life waits inertia's frame stirring to shake before rising. Piercing the brain time's needle regathers worn threads and remembers that more sown seed means now-grown grain needs re-collection in daylight's mind-aware storage. Open-eyed, naught is over as hinging on less or more, sun, with slumber done, now hurries to open the thin partition between yawns of torpidity to more hours won.
fay-slimm
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Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 5:12 PM UTC
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