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Long loud streams of questioning were curling down these trees

And where they came to rest was anybody’s guess –

To which or where should ever streams like they be sent?


Tucked in lonely ownership of darkly purchased night

Deep-drinking of the solitude, unrivaled and unmet

Quiet’s first defender yet allows a moment’s breach

Are ears enough awake at hours when the owls speak

To know the sounds as anything, to render wonder less?


Flickers keeping vigil on an empty wall were told

A dream can show, from time to time, outside the dreamer’s haunted mind

And shine again, against the dark, against the still, against the flat

Against the known that kept the calling back

And shine again, against the minds that never knew a dream to ask