There is a silver shadow screen
On which the shapes of hours are cast.
Sometimes the shapes are flickering, spent,
And hurt my eyes and tire my brain.
The changing patterns come and go.
I lift my face, eager as a flower,
Into space …
(Isobel Stone)
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