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the brotherhood of sable

Ink splashes across a moonlit night
Leaving an oil paintings texture
Turbid, its cloudless face shines
Moving silt, flourishing
A flowers rest from forced growth
Tall and proud, sleep cradles duty
And I fill up my eyes, drinking it all inside
I imbibe the visions bestowed

(2013)

a poem about night

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