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Starlings of Midnight
I wake, putting rightly an
unraveled turn—
Motionless shell tossed to and from,
Where dark fowl form in ancient
attic's roam,
In deep sleep a silken sun bemoans light– dethroned.
Escaping— out of place, believed misheard,
I...
unraveled turn—
Motionless shell tossed to and from,
Where dark fowl form in ancient
attic's roam,
In deep sleep a silken sun bemoans light– dethroned.
Escaping— out of place, believed misheard,
I...
