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When Night Brings Its Stillness, Silence and Tick, Tick, Tick
When Night Brings Its Stillness, Silence And Tick, Tick, Tick Collaboration with Robert Lindley 8th March 2019 Town was quiet, its heart barely beating midnight hour came and went so fast moon and stars blinked through open window silence echoed in the town's invisible pulse Strange how life gives night its powers its more peaceful and murmuring tones we that too oft wake to its untimely sounds feel crushing aches in our despairing souls Clock watching becomes our pride-less new sport with tick, tick, tick, its rallying calls and when that strain promises to explode we pray dawn's falling rays wakes world's all. We thought not to wake too soon yet feared we may not wake at all and tick, tick, tick, rhythm hypnotised us, we watched no clock, but listened a while, until it lulled our weary eyes to sleep; we woke uninvited, but unknowingly compelled, tones unheard would not have been peaceful and nights powers made us beg for our lives; the town purred with morbid contentment, moon and stars stroked its back, between midnight and dawn we writhed, the quiet town passively cursed us.
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