Cycle
Even in the morning,
one star sets sail in the sky
As the darkness sinks.
The light grows and covers the
world.
One half fire and the other is cold
as hard clay.
The church bell rings
Like a gold hallow drum.
As the days gets sleepy
the moon begins to shirk
over the suns residue.
The sun and moon
skud the horizon
then suddenly
the light scintillates to
darkness.
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