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The Time Stamp
A clockwork planet
its contours embossed
a jade garnet
spiked with frost .
Two tone colours
pave the hillside
tors carved from stone
rumble to landslides .
The sun screams a glare
to floral definition
all the hedge rows
stretch out
to a colourful collision .
The earth quakes
while one half awakes .
The other half tremors
as they live
their night terrors .
My floating head upon
a pillow
does dream a mute
blinking within lifes shadow
asleep . thinking , profound
and shallow
now its time to wake
as day will break
the night
to follow .
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