in the last season of half-light
I saw the indicated sunrise
in the paper outfit of an angel
no laughter came
nor talk of right of transfer
give name to the voice of the
animal spirits
come to terms with the closely
watched other
it is the very thing to save
the wooden dryness of a
truly somber silence
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