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No Star Was Seen
To You who art
To me, when I see
The made star night
Looming, enfolding,
Displacing the confusion
Of maps and charts.
A darkness that is as light
As the day when
The sweat and the blood
Tasted by a dying thief
Glistened, glistened, glistened,
While the hot sky
Darkened, darkened, darkened.
No star was seen
But looming,
Falling, falling, w...
Saturday 13th July 2019 12:40 pm
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