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  • Writer's pictureTony Frobisher

Four Minutes After Midnight

Four Minutes After Midnight


Count the silence between

The twelve strikes, as midnight resonates

Where the streets are silent and empty.

And the clouds gather unseen,

As darkness obscures them.


Listen to your heartbeat.

A second between each beat,

A night-rhythm, no longer a

Daytime pounding to stress and noise.

Now a gentle trace, pulsing with silence.


Close your eyes and open

Your soul to dreams, a world

That waits for you. Unlock

The silent doors and enter

Your unconscious thoughts.


Breathe in. The soft, slow

Rise and fall, chest lifting

Imperceptibly, eyelids beginning

To gently flicker. Who knows what

Dreams you will remember.

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