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Drops like mercury flow before me.
Quick, silver in time and being.
Silver, grey like shadowed streams
behind this backlit glory day.
Days turn slow to midnight shadows
hiding light, quieting bellows.
Not every light is hidden, still
the son remains unconquered.
-unquenchable like the thirst of one in windward shadow lands.
Son, thirst, wind and shadow - let Sinai's lightening fall.