.In the Land of Nod the fog rolls in
A moon slice of surgical precision
It streaksâ
acrossâ
a tortured sky
Daysâ
and weeks unfathomed cloud
Rolling in andâ
bearing down
Crashing down and tumbling tumbling
Pinnacle of stone
Several all alone
Needles pr.
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