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The Coming Light (Free verse) by poetandknowit

Now with the moon in retreat the sun can again move forward stretching light across the sadness left by the last streaks of autumn, warming the minutes of tricked time, when the late afternoons of this new winter grasp the land, hang against these mountains in the city backdrop just a little longer each day before falling to darkness.

poetandknowit 23-Dec-02/7:50 PM
Time is not an illusion to me and ultimately I disagree with the statement as a pure goofism. It is something to be reckoned with and understood, just like we have throughout the ages. It is also a continuing metaphor throughout my work. So really, I don't give a fuck if you have trouble with it. Go read hour8's new poem. Maybe you will have an easier time with that one. Merry Christmas.




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