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On one side a giant kisses the sky,
On the other a fore-finger, its hand buried in clay.
Yet should you ask, ‘why?’
There is no one left to say…
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Can a sliver of blue heaven
Between hard rock face,
Answer the riddle
Set by time and place?
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Could Sentinels of Stone point out the way?
Is there really such a difference betwixt night and day?
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First it was a tickle,
Then it was a stroke…
As the pale sun’s disk
Caressed by bark
Slid down to earth
And then began to talk…
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‘You enter this portal to
avoid traversing the dark.’
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Stuart, thanks for posting! I enjoyed reading your blog!!!
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