Awake and drenched in moonlight, When sleep has become an oversight, I weather the wizened words of day, Grey ash on my ravelled retinae – All that’s left of a discursive dream, A sanguine, repetitive refrain Tempered by transparent shadows, Models of monochrome lightshows That seem to be the custom In the science known as […]
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