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Pater
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« on: March 19, 2013, 01:22:41 AM »

Tell me a story of the early day,
in the present or let your imagination
drift on history's first breeze; it will know
when to set you down for a while.

Tell of the moon sliding away,
that slow sinking unmeasured
by the naked eye; it will disappear
as the raincloud arrives.

Sell me morning's glory, then stay
if the moon is a crescent as our earth
tilts on its axis to beings unknown;
doffs its icecap to the lord of sunrise.

Tell me things like this before the night plays,
for I slumber in the dusk of my old age,
let me dream like the child all those years ago;
touch my face when you say goodbye.

by Pater
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