Grows the Night
Grows the night when breath lays quietly
On obscure places fluid as winds,
Where clouds of rest become a hammock
Lulling frayed veins with lemongrass tea -
Grows the night allowing surrender
Its hypnotic intoxication
The exchange of matter and being-
For across the distance grows the night.
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