Your Descent, Night Poem by james watkin

Your Descent, Night



Your descent, Night; a healing o'er.
Like a compress for sun-beat eyes.
As its tone infers, sympathetic.
Assured; unrushed. When bloweth sighs.

Ah! The bindings preceeding it.
Life's a seized up automation.
When Noise, dictum of day, is quashed
Of its road-pressed circulation.

Tuesday, September 10, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: healing,peace
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james watkin

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