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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 6 As immaculate white Paris Admires with laughter – the woe in mosaic that hangs On my walls smeared with mid night – Hunger constipates me, Laying me belly down To crawl, python-like, Over dust Over mud Then someday, Listlessly, I shall stray In the way And make the day Of lucky poachers Returning from a fruitless hunt For game like me NIGHTMARE In the nightmare of kings; In crown-melting hell There I dwell. In a nightmare From which princes awake To say it was just a dream There I live for real My life Of penury Incarnated In this leech ...

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