Now you are not the same as day things.
As though you are one among all those
Who form the viscous mass of night.
When you walk alone under the stars
The night bush exists separate from you,
Just a speck of black, for a while,
But soon you become the bush
Darkness drowns us all, bush, hills and sky
Except the hum of the sea-waves.
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