#88

The A.M. In the dark before the dawn, he rises with nary a yawn this is his time, the day his tapestry, bare.  Colors in words, hues of phrases, morning time fits best. Rapidly changing, bringing source to life.

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#87

Physics at the End When at last the pain resides, fear is that which runs and hides mortal death is energy's release never created, never to cease...