At some point a sign turns and so will I,
The drastic moment of truth once evaded
Soon fades and the mind within only stirs,
Whose shallow touches at the corner cower,
Where the shadows once I look deeper gone,
But later I find myself walking alone again,
At that same place at the same time yet,
With only little money and so I travel,
To an unending darkness that swept me,
Thus shrinks and kneels before it,
Forgets the whole world and all,
Closes his eyes; deafened now,
Wishes another world fare,
To take him away there,
And back again.

Nature, Nocturnal, Poetry, Works
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