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A PAGE OF THE NIGHT BOOK
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I stepped ashore one May night
in the cool moonshine
where grass and flowers grey
but the scent green.
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I glided up the slope
in the color-blind night
while white stones
signalled to the moon.
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A period of time
a few minutes long
fifty-eight years wide
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And behind me
beyond the lead-shimmering waters
was the other shore
and those who ruled.
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People with a future
instead of a face.
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