In night, I mourn the morning’s solstice
In paleness, placid showed no slumber
In hours, I grieved the grimmest vapors
And in no surety, did my sanity erupt.
In light, rodents’ wings rap my windows
In greyness, ghastly they mock the ravens
In clocks, clouded the daylight’s chorus
And in this coldness, I channel laughter’s breeze.
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