Years made of evening.
We're too fatigued to believe,
To be nailed to a cross.
Inside us: calm hours,
As if they were
A valley in our breath,
In our blood.
Aged years.
In our body
Life and death mingle
Like earth in earth.
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From Aged Mirrors - trilogyofthemirrors.com
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