In the dusty haze
of dawn
I was becoming a thing
unknowable.
A fading light
recognizable only
to the sleeping
mouths
of days gone
by.
Eyes of the future
yet to
open.
.
.
.
.
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In the dusty haze
of dawn
I was becoming a thing
unknowable.
A fading light
recognizable only
to the sleeping
mouths
of days gone
by.
Eyes of the future
yet to
open.
.
.
.
.
