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There are Shadows Where Poetry Cannot

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Updated: Apr 30, 2024

There are shadows where poetry cannot reach, and hidden doom behind the stars.  The walking shadows I live with will pull me under in short-order, and not for the first time do I see this.  And, even if they wouldn’t, I have only the intention to leave, for the night of nightingales has ended, and the night-watchman is banging on the door.  I must rise and go with him through a strange, and wild-eyed kingdom; he shall be master of my soul.

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