Dawn lifts his own shadow
Spreads cloak of light
Sings of lips, angels
Snakes, golems.
Murmurs of children
Loiter, whisper
‘Afternoon begins at four’
She says
‘Life begins with the moon’
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Dawn lifts his own shadow
Spreads cloak of light
Sings of lips, angels
Snakes, golems.
Murmurs of children
Loiter, whisper
‘Afternoon begins at four’
She says
‘Life begins with the moon’