The Good Night

Flame cackle
Is loud,
In the ebony
Shroud.

Hollow
Is bright,
In the
Empty.

Things
Are bending,
Just so
To merge;

Tiny
And fair,
Is the
World.

Spinning
In a void,
So overwhelming
So

Lithe.

Weightless
And forming,
Forever,
Moaning,

Is the good night.

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