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Twelve O’clock Change Rest oh, my brothers, before dawn here rest— Release mind of the throbbing head From the black workhouse, that dungeon To rest well for the approaching Grand New Year Might you, my friend too, tour well-mannered In my cabin of bright woods With an endless westward quarter with walls Christened with vines, Well kept rooms with few borderlines while my breathing soul welcomes, calmly, you in? Faith my brother I wish to give to you— Tonight as the clock a...

Black and gold toucan peaks from tree hole, His home that has settled long before this Fruitful banana beaked bird has been born. Bird has been perched on the greenery, the vines near his tree home, distant to South American mines. Gold mines rest in black shades of filth, The black mechanical vehicle rusts intrusively And still, the men march And the men hunger through the night asking For the gold they dream to be theirs. Protest and take flight too can you. You soldiers hungering for a g...

Computer screen, from black origin, presents black, though image set to ocean, is shaken. Oh’ just reawaken. Monitor grasps pigments in its silver shining surrounding. Policy, I see, with painless quota. Madness! Appears just one, white scarred clown to weep. Isn’t this to be sheep, Isn’t my duty to guide not weep? Black screen laughs good-night to me like so. like one who would in triumph, in victory! Across room set in black origin Where working is my duty and converse to ...

Wooden Rooftops Welcomed oh berry gatherer, one to deplete some. To rove timeless In frosted isles of gently lathered forests.—in What? Mind pointed out direct to retrieve more. Welcome to my land. Bones ach here, in this place, skin between blood Separate by needles of ice. And rot they will—chisel slowly away in the snow. Welcome, welcome oh gatherer. Join us in ruin. Branches beam lightless with the absence of weight overtop planes where swamps grew. Steal structure left, right...

  Murmur the mirror. Corner of my eyes; in cabin leave here if not be so. Overstay in cabin distanced in Wisconsin. Mirror chant words. Mirror leave far left, distant to west. Corner of wood; grey step stools by dim light. Black not greys, oh, this corner of mine. Murmur the mirror. Destroy him he declines. Of eye of black taste resign left, corner, parallel to mirror; pain. Stay calm, yes I do, but him in cabins mirror! Man that alarms, heightens tensions, alert, spares me all and every...