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Down down the sun
When your daily retired time
Had come to a mild match
Like a crucified gentle soul

Down down the night-rear
Before the cloud invites blue-bless
To spread spits across the earth
like bursting pipe around dyke

Up up the sun
before morning inflates wet-pours
that would dampen your violet ray
like black dust abuses diamonds