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| White Night, by Edvard Munch, 1901 |
White Night
Minutes. Hours. Darkness pressing
through the window. Not a breeze.
Freight trains at the level crossing
wail and goad my turning, tossing.
Lurid ciphers lengthen, glossing
over time’s hypotheses.
Night attends my second-guessing
days we were not meant to seize.
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