The night had only grown. Fifty-nine minutes past four, I could feel the rotation of the Earth in the blitzkrieg of the stars, in the whirl of the winds. I could feel the seasons shift in the percussion of the heart beating, in the waving of the pendulum's swinging.

It was all in motion.

The hazy constellation.
The moon's aberration.
The sun's hibernation.
The time's reincarnation.

Please stop.

Read me your Bible,
Hallelujah to your disciple,
scriptures conviction,
the only truth's crucifixion.

Please stop.

Stars fade.
Moon's escapade.
Dawn's revival.
Another Survival.

5 A.M. .
-Prathamesh Soni

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