Every Dream at 2:16 a.m.

In every pore an apparition pools.

A shifting dark,
Of liver and mousy;
Cool the earth is
In raven mirth and matter,
In cloven hoof and chatter;

I take time to light the candle,
Have it slim into the shadow of this room.

Then, I shall rest.

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