Night like an empire falls
..to the civil reflection
of one twilight pelican
..dreamily shadow ghost rafting;
The spirit that once held me up,
..my love, remote tears of whisky
seen through a series of still frames
..on pixels of wine glass penumbras.
The wind slips in whispers
..that ripple the river,
and the last morning after
..the night before raindrops
cool, calm and collectedly
..bead leaves of lilies,
belying what we know already;
The strains in relief
..around all of those lily leaves
bear the same burden
..all rain beads are found under.
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