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GROPING TIME
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5 GROPING TIME Mid day reveals me the world But via the sight Of closed eyes Who pressed the sunlight switch To plunge the land This deep into night’s own noon? For what charcoal sin Do we deserve To be vouchsafed no more Those cream-white nights When the world did drift Into an orgasm of slumber At the moon’s voiceless lullaby And hearts still stood As pristine As Muanenguba’s wilds of Lincoln green? But now A tenebrous suffering shrouds life’s luminence To groping time BLACK OUT Black out maroons me Somewhere In the middle of a nightmare There To reside Amid sundry troubles with hideous faces ...