CRAGGY PEAKS OF
THE NIGHTWATCH
The time is ripe for joy and happiness; the ocean
of all that is about to burst is in its rising tumult,
and I am happy for once at last. No time for sadness;
no time to rue. The black car that passes, windows
glazed and dark, has no passengers within it.
And the driver's a ghost.
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Why do I have to find the digest by which to
catalogue all these things : raspberry and emerald,
dark ruby wine, an elixir of chemical change.
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This is a notebook untouched by human hands,
and those are surely the hand-written notations of a
God. Once it was stone inscription; now it is paper
and lead. Bring me on; take me over the top.
Let me see the other side, oh let me see it yes.
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