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threading myself through the river of night

threading myself through the dark river of night
golden eyes glowing
threading myself

the tunnel of air soothes
the dark wind's caress
the occasional grass's parting whisper
the needle's point of silence

threading myself through the dark river of night
blood burns through my veins
threading myself

the damp of wetness seeps
the silence fills
the void that is never emptied
the thrill is ever present

threading myself through the dark river of night
muscles tighten and relax
evening's swiftness moves on like glass
so I thread myself

until the yawing screech of day.

Copyright June 22, 2014
Meloo/ Author Melissa A Howells
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"yaw" referring to a wide open mouth...
and "yawing" being an invented word by myself/Melissa A Howells

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