Going Into

Going into Night
Almost dark/cold mist prowls
Silent flap of owls/ghost echoes
Crawl along vertebrate
With calamitous intent
An ancient palentology extracts-
A coincidence of biology reacts-
Nitrogen souls/tolls exactly wrong
Feeling alone/so lost
Something not quite right
Going into Night




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Written on 2017-01-04 at 23:57

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