woven from the unfurling
thread of light, basking in
golden reveries, aching underneath
the twilight, underneath
the chimes that ring in my
head, bearing only the sound
of your name and how
i am lulled to sleep by
the sheltering dusk and
how it hovers on statues
that hold no resemblance
to your stillness or peace,
begging, breaking, beginning,
a journey of the endless.
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