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Starlings of Midnight
I wake, putting rightly an
unraveled turn—
Motionless shell tossed to and from,
Where dark fowl form in ancient
attic's roam,
In deep sleep a silken sun bemoans light– dethroned.
Escaping— out of place, believed misheard,
I add a few steps to a mainspring at work—
Much color wavering, brittle and inflamed,
I dam dimming stars and harbouring waves.
To rid a heart, maintained, of eyes in a
dither—
Full moon revives a spine to move a sunken drifter
And when Starlings of Midnight revisit,
I wake a day dream, sun– kissed deeply,
upon treasuring wings.
© shessorrowmanic
unraveled turn—
Motionless shell tossed to and from,
Where dark fowl form in ancient
attic's roam,
In deep sleep a silken sun bemoans light– dethroned.
Escaping— out of place, believed misheard,
I add a few steps to a mainspring at work—
Much color wavering, brittle and inflamed,
I dam dimming stars and harbouring waves.
To rid a heart, maintained, of eyes in a
dither—
Full moon revives a spine to move a sunken drifter
And when Starlings of Midnight revisit,
I wake a day dream, sun– kissed deeply,
upon treasuring wings.
© shessorrowmanic
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