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trade of blackness
and I, walking about
the night, thinking
I saw a moving star
that lights the heart
at the slightest tempt
and fills the tender brain
with trade of blackness,
heard a laugh from under
a bell jar, darkened under
the green leaf shining
where a spider has kept
his wish; the crowning for
for my thoughtlessness,
in that they're the gods of
the animals that we become.
the night, thinking
I saw a moving star
that lights the heart
at the slightest tempt
and fills the tender brain
with trade of blackness,
heard a laugh from under
a bell jar, darkened under
the green leaf shining
where a spider has kept
his wish; the crowning for
for my thoughtlessness,
in that they're the gods of
the animals that we become.
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