(x = space)

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One Morning, Late

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Dry life

No humours

Those fluids that fill

The body

No mercurial

Or saturnine

Temperaments

No temperaments at all

I’m not sure what happened

Overnight

Something

That has dessicated everything

A sponge of dreams

The drying-out of nightmares

The medication measured out

And gone away

Over the hours

The pores remain

So that breathing

With the world is possible

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A dried-out life

Like the old painting on the wall

Cracks in moving

Brittle breathing

It started on the inside

And meets up with

The magma as it’s cooling

Under Earth

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How does it feel?

How do you feel?

It happens everywhere

In the expanding universe

That also ages

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Time for

Childhood’s end

For God to lift us to

The next step on the ladder

The next step

On the stairway

Call it providence

Call if evolution

Call it providential evolution

Childhood’s end

Time to rise

To go up

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The attic

Of creation waits

When we’re all gathered,

The roof comes off

Our house

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C L Couch

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Childhood’s End is a novel by Arthur C. Clarke.

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Triangulum Galaxy

Photo by Guillermo Ferla on Unsplash

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