December's Song

Something of the night is in the new day

  the unconscious, a little darkness, mystery.

    Approaching the table now I can see

      faces ready to impose an immoral deal.

        But shards of day must also pierce late gloom

          those clear consistant lights we carry through.

            In this way the tables are overturned 

              for every one upset a fair price learnt.

 

◄ Sia

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Adam Whitworth

Sun 10th Dec 2017 15:50

Thank you Cynthia 😃

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sun 10th Dec 2017 14:40

Much enjoyed.

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