the slow stars disheveled hair
delirium of a vale
night of bacchanalian
greetings from a ghost
I too saw clanking
I too heard clanking
clanking
the verses experiment
themselves
let them!
iconic star image of
foxes that bay at night
caverns stiff chill
and blue-tinted herbs
of poison magic
the verses walk the
verses talk
the night hides in a
cape
disheveled hair
delirium of a vale
night of bacchanalian
greetings from a ghost
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