Friday, May 21, 2010
Housekeeping
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The sun in inexorable illusion
climbs down Earth's edge to die
while night weaves ebon cobwebs
across the eastern sky
After clockwork slumber
the light returns to reach
like an old woman's broom
into remotest corners
with just the faintest sigh
.
The sun in inexorable illusion
climbs down Earth's edge to die
while night weaves ebon cobwebs
across the eastern sky
After clockwork slumber
the light returns to reach
like an old woman's broom
into remotest corners
with just the faintest sigh
.
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This reminds me of a 10-minute guitar tone-poem I once wrote called "Horizon Rise"
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