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Twilight Reclusive
When the night doth come, weary follows distantly.
Toiling farther from the dawn with each passing sunset, offers not the distraction so sought out by its woeful captor.
With worried mind and worried soul and yearning for slumber. Not for rest, but for release.
Relentless is the repeat of ruminating reasoning. Soul wrenching speculation scews sensibility, until slowly and sluggishly sle...
Monday 13th November 2017 12:48 am
Sleeping in a Forest
Everyone deserves a dream or two.
Sleeping in a Forest
Light and fire and music
all dance within me
in this perfect, silent forest
as she welcomes me to her breast,
full with fallen seeds and crinkled leaves
for my head; my bed of ashen river stones,
murmured possums, and repose. Long I slept
while overhead the white-hot starfields
bent to their nightly arcs...
Monday 30th January 2017 9:16 am
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