Midnight awaits
Makes no difference,
bringing time
back
from the sunset,
the hours
of night,
the morning
stretches longer
into the awaiting dark
of November,
the fading
of autumn,
and the fall
of winter light.
For the earth
spins silently,
a marble
of blue,
in the gravity
of time and space,
and here,
in the hurry
of lives,
the crash
of war
and ideas,
the thunder
of climate
and change
the clock ticks
ever loudly
for the midnight
bell awaits.
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