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Morning The mist rolled out the town As from a magic carpet The mist a magician's smoke Unfurling the dreams of the night Upon the day. Midday The mist well hidden from sight Lying underneath the town Waiting Midday Everyone behaving As if what the magician revealed Was real As there stood the town naked In the noonday sun And staring at them bright as In the noonday sun The sun blazing the town like a great coronet The magician revealing his treasure. Afternoon The mist gathering up the daylight At the edge of the carpet of the town. Becoming As if it grew from what it meditated upon Of the town. At what had become of the dreams of the night. And flew. Evening And as the magician stretched his robed fingers Over the town And as the reflected upon what had become of the day Of the town ..... What had become of the day of the town? Was the question on no-one's lips As the mist rolled upon itself Reflection reflected upon itself Mist rolled upon mist And new dreams began to unfurl As the mist rose onto the evening air And threw its pearls into the necklace of the night sky Like mist Wound jewels Of the night. Night. The mist threw its pearls Dreams and pearls ... Pearls and dreams Mist turned Jewels of the night. |
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