Pax
'Neath a banner wrought in darkness,
After eave has fallen nigh,
The chosen moment harkens,
To the insect's lullaby;
The cars abide in flight,
Like when clouds amount the sky;
I've imbibed the type of night:
A stillness whispered into sigh –
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