I will make you cry tears of blood. Get ready to be depressed.
Dance in the Full Moon
O, the Frailty of Memory
Sunday, August 4, 2019
8.4
My sundial dance is prompt at two pm. I spin in the shallowing sun; the shadow marks time for me. My cadence is cyclical, my sun dance solar. I'm swift. I cease. Two pm passes apace.
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