Awaken, World of Slumber

January 21, 2010
Ere day breaks,
with none but sound of fleeting,
for light falls prey,
resembling naught but what,
as past may say,
as it lays,
gentle embrace,
upon a sleeping world,
cast upon by fear, nay,
by their very onslaught of peers,
forever drowned,
by the whistling,
shadowing,
as a mirror may,
the image,
or perhaps just the thought,
of rubble,
so dear,
to yonder sunrise.





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