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Strange and quiet near the sky

All sensuous among the rain
You converse with invisible witches about the fog
Awaken, awaken! The bastard has come
So blue behind the grave
You find blue witches beyond the light
Yo! The day continues
Strange and quiet near the sky
I divine tiny fears beneath the gods
Beware! The Knave will go
opaque nameless
over the horizon
sun on his face
With what hopes
my father
ask his way
trying to remember


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When do you write your poetry? Do you write in the morning? In the evening? In the dead of night by candlelight?

What do you listen to? Do you stream from Spotify? Do you have an old collection of cassette tapes or vinyl albums? Or do you do as I do and grab everything off of YouTube into MP3?
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