sleepwriting
25 August 2015
Before humans: micropoem
Sometimes
I look at storm clouds, hunkering
on the horizon
and imagine
Earth before humans:
when day slid to night
and back again
and the revolution of time
(like the wheel)
had not been dreamed.
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