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Time is the essence of our being.

Question For The Day(A Shout Out To Those Who Fill The Disconnected Void Of The Internet)

Is it possible to enjoy the solitude, and hate the loneliness?

First Light

First light resurrects the Day.

And She wakes with the eyes of a forgotten lover.

Caressing the body of her beloved everywhere.

Under the armpits of the arches
Beyond the cesspools of the drains
And the tongues of the streets
(which hold hers in silence)

A Voice speaks.

The Day is resurrected. And She rises to stand alone.