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it is easy to succumb

to the weight of the world

as day and night idle by

as minutes writhe

caught in a web of arachnid thoughts




but it is in the dawn and the dusk

when we are at last compelled

to swim through doldrums

and the changing of the world

inspires change within



Now,

With young eyes,

old eyes,



day stretches out over the earth

like a cat on a sill

night hangs on the water

like a fog in the wrinkles

of the foothills
Posted: 2015-10-25 02:14:54 UTC

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