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Of Stars And Clay
An old hermit peers into the distant past
He sews the seam of time
With each stitch his fingers begin to bleed
His blood spills from the rocks and into the mouths of two starving children
They melt into the soil
Two flowers sprout up in their place
The sky opens up, revealing a sleeping giant
Weeping fauns lie beside the still waters
German...
Tape...worms
Greek...
Spinning wheel...
He sews the seam of time
With each stitch his fingers begin to bleed
His blood spills from the rocks and into the mouths of two starving children
They melt into the soil
Two flowers sprout up in their place
The sky opens up, revealing a sleeping giant
Weeping fauns lie beside the still waters
German...
Tape...worms
Greek...
Spinning wheel...
Published 20th Jul 2011
| Edited 22nd Jul 2011
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