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Stars are dark lanterns
that hide Who takes them
and only keep me company
Noctuidae
and other buzzing bugs
stupefied with light
that never shrewd
madly beat dull blows
in the incandescent table lamp.
The clock on the wall ceaseless
heels with grave steps.
Languid, I turn my mind
to my phantasms at midnight,
and of time I hear and feel
the chains.