Death & rebirth (on time)

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The death of night is light, they say

The gentle birthing of the rising day

A tapestry of which the edge is frayed,

Just pull loose threads and it comes away

Then each thread again, through loom is played

And weaves in time, without delay

The prayer to grant this light a stay

But the hang-man comes, and night kills day

 

Edited a little phrasing on this piece. Didn’t quite like the flow of the last two lines. The meter was off & it ruined the effect of continuous flow (which it needed, since it’s about TIME).

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About Keats

Oh I'm sassy and I'm sexy, So silly sweet-and-sour Delightfully disastrous And deliciously dour I'm flippantly foolish, Filled I am with fear Can't concentrate completely, and my conduct isn't clear But to bravely be my best I Bring bravado back, BEHOLD!

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