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circadian memo


And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring…
But for the clock.

In my room,
Darkened, low light,
Clawing tree branches
Stars, city smites

I glance up and wonder,
Then in came a shock
A minute to the hour
Read the old old clock

The day about to die
Life to live no longer
Completely out of time

And the hands of fate inched closer
To a zenith of middling degree
Seconds pass, then a whisper
Of a day’s soul set free

But only for a moment,
Caught in inter-day-mensional bliss
For a forcibly arranged marriage
To the new day it did kiss

The clock struck twelve,
The famous witching hour
“And on to another day”
He muttered to himself with a glower

For though the word day means sunshine and light
You must remember: the day starts,
In the middle
Of the night.
Written by asbr808 (Anthony R)
Author's Note
father time is cranky in the mornings...let him sleep in a little
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