Yesterday’s labors

Crumble into rivers of sand

When I’ve had the first drag

Of the cool morning’s breeze  

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The emptiness stretched before me

Is filled where I roam

On the back

Of  our silent and  unbothered colossus

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In home’s golden embrace

I drag the new day under

Carving it to pieces

To be rearranged in song

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To be shattered again

By a lone crying wisp

From tomorrow’s grey veil