Until the sun seals the moment
The moment the day broke
Listening before still dawn
Wanting the day to pass over
There was a black, black cloud
From which grew a mountain
Out of the diminishing clock
Seeing them hauling
Themselves against the light
Bracing the cold Spring air
Treading the air; threading ground
To sea then threading them together.
Once the weight was lighter
And strangely realising
Another day can make some difference
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