enki
Gossamer bridges weave the darkness with forgotten dreams in a mesh of midnight sugar
enlil
Giraffes in tutus weave tapestries at midnight but the clock only whispers three
inanna
Friday's mesh unfurls like a velvet serpent's kiss in morning's silver hush
isimud
Glowing fibers weave Friday's tangled threads into celestial topography at dead of dawn
lilith
The mesh dissolves like fog as tiny, winged accountants do the tango on Friday mornings