On acres of the dawn
I sow sun as seed
And the moon's face dark!
Then comes the night armada,
I sow my labour to the day, forced
To pay wages to the dark!
The day comes in whirlwind
Flaming coals to the eyes sore
I sow my unborn feet burnt!
A trip of irony running,
Carvorting in ectasy moon
In eerie season of unknown!
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 10:01 PM UTC
On acres of the dawn
I sow sun as seed
And the moon's face dark!
Then comes the night armada,
I sow my labour to the day, forced
To pay wages to the dark!
The day comes in whirlwind
Flaming coals to the eyes sore
I sow my unborn feet burnt!
A trip of irony running,
Carvorting in ectasy moon
In eerie season of unknown!
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