Blur

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Faint light cast shadows
over glazed curtains as time
goes creeping by – or
gallops through weeks, months,
years – in a day.

Wintry trees trance
indented against purple-black skies;
nebulous silence drown out my
dreams, thoughts, imaginings of
other times, other places only seen
weaving, waning through a glass darkly.

 

 

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