'ways of Rays'
Sixth day,
hexagonal Hour;
is the Light still ours?
Philanthropic rays,
suits who sooty Ways?
beaks a Grain of rice,
is it true what the caw says?
lazy Pigeons cling to their pillows,
Chameleon and doves stand in one row;
Who knows, cage who the Sparrows?
tungsten filament in the womb of twilight Raven,
pebbles been stones until brims the tavern;
Oil in the lantern,
clocks in kiosk coo Eleven.
Still an hour left,
for Shadows to hide hues Theft;
is it still an hour left,
for Hands to unite in with off debt.
090520
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