Twilight curtain block of night
but only for a while
not block of beauty for
beauty continues in the
stars and the wild night:
in the scented town gardens
the brushing bough bird-flow and
owl laden graced by amorous
singing nightingales:
in the cat-piss and cat love
in the hedgehog glistening on his
back dim mirror of the moon:
curtain of night now drawn in full
the bird-flow sings and hums the
sacred moth in the mystery of gold
and marble palaces where Art mixes
with lewd lasciviousness and luxuriousness:
now the time comes
now the time moves
time irreversible
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