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The Circadian Shadow

Let the brief time be cast away, Let the movable thread be loosely handled, Let the shadow be cast on you, Let the water flow over the distant edges. But when you know you’ll never get the wanderer back, Even as you cast him off, When you tally the drifters, They’re all misplaced and undone. The Moirai will let him go, Because, you know, You only need him when the lights are burning low, And sympathy wears veils no daylight wants to show. His shadow is turning into a gyre, Spin after spin; Wearing lonesome attire, Only his body is the circling machine. His dreams come slow, But they go so fast. Perhaps they were never his, Just echoes in the gyre’s turning shadow.

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