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Free form
Dark falls upon the lampless
street
as though the mind were called aside
and given form more free. Shadows ride
the deeper density of sky. Fleet
the changes' life across the day;
the quiet sense of person falls away.
The vast of night is his, a guise
unknown, whose insight guided mine,
whose noon's integrity I recognise,
but no one thing I can define.

Language
in a Narrow Place
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