“The lulling time

when moths alight

on insubstantial objects,

not of this moment,

exactly,

subjects, perhaps in some

memory,

galloping from all

beck and call

rocking on rough waves recalled

through the reeds

and into some reverie drifted

a never-every,

lulled away, lull a night

lull a light far,

far away in the dark.”

 

—George Angel

 

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