I have kept strict account

Of that which eats tables and spills its socks into the delicious sky

Because it amounts to a hold on light

The swans of Mars are spinsters with mustaches like matchsticks

Usually the birds swallow dusk from the crowded knees of the heavens

But not tonight

Take a deep breath and put that under your pillow

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