Still...
Still as the moon in midnights' pond,
The darkness slept,
Motionless as a shroud.
No pulse beat in the abandoned void.
No breath, no life
To break the perfect round.
Time, a hibernating seed,
Foetal and deep,
Within the deepness
Knows neither urgency nor languid idleness,
His instruments and purpose not yet found.
Silent as the cats paw in a humid forest night,
In amniotic blackness, Eternity floats, blind and blameless.
Nothing disturbs the pendulum..
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