Saturday, 24 August 2013

The moment when...

Some day the clocks will stop their counting
Everything will pause
Holding that last moment, a pent up breath
A night, perpetually dark
In this, we can make no sense, but everything becomes clear
As insubstantial, and soulless
We rise above our pain, unfurl our wings
And our mortal shell
Sinks into a hole in the ground

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