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Day Follows the Mist

Morning
The mist rolled out the town
As from a magic carpet
The mist a magician's smoke
Unfurling the dreams of the night
Upon the day.

Midday
The mist well hidden from sight
Lying underneath the town
Waiting

Midday
Everyone behaving
As if what the magician revealed
Was real

As there stood the town naked
In the noonday sun
And staring at them bright as
In the noonday sun
The sun blazing the town like a great coronet
The magician revealing his treasure.

Afternoon
The mist gathering up the daylight
At the edge of the carpet of the town.
Becoming
As if it grew from what it meditated upon
Of the town.
At what had become of the dreams of the night.
And flew.

Evening
And as the magician stretched his robed fingers
Over the town
And as the reflected upon what had become of the day
Of the town .....
What had become of the day of the town?
Was the question on no-one's lips

As the mist rolled upon itself
Reflection reflected upon itself
Mist rolled upon mist
And new dreams began to unfurl

As the mist rose onto the evening air
And threw its pearls into the necklace of the night sky
Like mist
Wound jewels
Of the night.

Night.
The mist threw its pearls
Dreams and pearls ... Pearls and dreams
Mist turned
Jewels of the night.
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