Torn Sky

I need you night
Stand still
I'll breathe shallow
Lest I disrupt cricket song
Watch I will, and wait
Quiet
To not rush you along

Come upon me dawn
Harp and birdsong shrill
Let my senses have you
Creation, tell me, "hark!"
Gentle, speak thee,
Clock
Tick none tocks toward dark

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