ALSITAIN (El Citain)
No certainty like the citation of
Time : listen up, oh squandered
Moon. The night wanes, and all
those outdoor smells are in the
air; like the odor of creosote
dripping from the eagle's eye.
Midnight's mansion, mourning
movement, oasis waits. Having
been waiting as well, I too have
marveled - clouds on high, even
in the darkness, passing.
No certainty like the citation of
Time : listen up, oh squandered
Moon. The night wanes, and all
those outdoor smells are in the
air; like the odor of creosote
dripping from the eagle's eye.
Midnight's mansion, mourning
movement, oasis waits. Having
been waiting as well, I too have
marveled - clouds on high, even
in the darkness, passing.
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