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Midnight Day Dreams...

                           ...Would that world could explain

What was the wakening of this urgency?

               Dark

That flourished its vanishing rhythm

               Night’s

Off in the distance? Mocking the martyr

               Blackened

where time flickers like goose-flap

               Chasms

Why be witness to the aging of the worldly

               Darkness

Where trains sink down to their last – aging

               Blackens

into the tangible nothing – surrounded by the

               Chasmic

eddy of forever – Wherein gathers the blood of the lit

               Nights