The lights are out and the clouds are full,
And only the moon is the thing at seven post meridian:
Something else I’ve learned,
My mother is gone to the dying of a red transcendence:
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This is my favourite today. Superb imagery - boxes within boxes. Dissonant phrases. Forces me to think rather than vegetate.