The hand circles above nothing
Because there is nothing
Save the adder-pit
That shapeless tumultuous void
And yet the fluttering of eyelids
Twitch hypnic
And the crack before the wail in eager throats
Initiate their overture
Hear me Star-Flock Shepherd
Hear me as I listen
For I have sat in silent devotion
Gazing upon the vellum
Awaiting the white stillness before daybreak
About the Creator
Aaron Morrison
Mad Lib it:
Born during a (___natural disaster___), Aaron spends his free time exploring (___unusual location (plural) ___) and raising domesticated (___fictional creature (plural)___).
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