Tonight is a bird with broken wings
To take the steam of thinking
I forget the pain, alone like a glow-worm.
The moon is asleep in subjugated sleep
What will happen to the roof?
Mercury coming down the escalator.
Looking in the damp darkness
The horizon surrounds me
In the eternal chain of the inert.
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