Turning slowly above us
lie huge mirrorsbuilt of honeycomb geometries
glazed with honey coloured gold.
Peering into deep night, deep time
they spy out the very beginning of all things.
Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond
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Turning slowly above us
lie huge mirrorsbuilt of honeycomb geometries
glazed with honey coloured gold.
Peering into deep night, deep time
they spy out the very beginning of all things.
Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond
https://thecheesesellerswife.wordpress.com/
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