Saturn scattered

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Saturn’s child grows

in the darkness,

liberating eyes

tired of light.

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Time blossoms into

a dotted landscape

of oiled statutes

burning, roiling,

turning at the night sky.

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For blessed mortals,

days slip into years,

released from life at last.

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Solitude becomes

My love, My life.

My curse…

To write without rest.