Tuesday, 6 September 2011

The Timeless Hour

This is the timeless hour
When the sweepers drive by;
When, in the swathe of this chrysalis
Two bodies learn to breath together
And whispers make sense of the world.


Those sweepers of a timeless hour,
From a bygone hour
I can't quite place.


Deeper in to the resonance of dark.

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