Dirage Of A Closed Night
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dirge of a closed night
of a closed vesper time
and florid dusk:
there were waters
flowing
flowing a little
high
into the fountain of
the dusk
and in the compressed
eyes of sad
compressed:
you will not go
alone
nor will you go
without me:
let my voice and verse
the dirge terminate
for it be sacred
and
sacred the Voice that chants
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