it is fortunate for me

night is my natural time


the vibrating shadows

the skin pale smudges on the mattress


the buzzing stars

in the cold black block of sky


the pale lamps on the empty streets

a rising crescent before the sun


it is fortunate for me

I was given the night


and the strange sadness

of the eastern sky lightening


to deep blue and the air like a current

lights my fortunate vision...





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