The Field-Watcher published online!
The Field-Watcher
When in the shadows of the passing day
A seat is found, asleep in calm
Soundness, as activity of the mind
Cease, and the slow and wavy dreams
Of reality vanish by timeless
Art, those who observe the secrets
Of the fast-forgotten world find purpose
Insensible to sleep, remnant
Of future life. The fullness of the stars
Softly infuse the distant sky
With rays of obscure light, the horizon
Ever holds the dawn in glimmer.
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