Night birds and night
Vultures
Skies with patches
Dark patches
Blue patches
Near to the moon
Azure
Witches that fly
Ah! but rare
Sometimes in centuries
And
Goblins green
And turtles giant
Plodding to the sea
The beckoning waters of the dark
Sub-conscious.
Temple and shrine of awe
And deafening horrors.
O! I seek night
And sing of night
Time only time alas!
For Earth as whole
To be in little peace
And quiet
At least enforced
By tired brains and
Tired limbs
And
Tired eyes
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