.the town is crouching
a field of windmills waits, their stupid heads turning
stirring the night's bath
bundles of vapour hand over the factories
whose lights blink and loll like sleepy eyelids
the moth in the lighthouse breathes with its prehistoric parts
i feel the night snick.
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