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The Somnambulant Solipsist
Poetry and Prose from Delirious Wanderings
Monday, November 23, 2009
Balance
There is a blackened balance
in the silver scales
of the yin and yang,
when the dew of foam
meets the ticking clock...
in that moment
of shorn wool and velvet plumage
time freezes still...
upon a gilded frame.
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