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Midnight is Solid Rock
by Garth Craven

Slow, softly, seen and not seen,
sun spreads skywards its susurration
of silken dawn
stretching morning westward
to the rampart starless noon
bringing fire and hammer to the steeling day.

And there begins the lengthening solace
and slide of shadow
into the reflective splendor of sunset
sealing satisfaction and regret
and the certain knowing that
as tender is the night
time is dread
hard, opaque and final
midnight is solid rock.


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