The night raven
Feeds on longer beak
The fleshy lard of
Invisible whole,
Tit bits of starry skies
Need I be there
To feel the crunchy chomp
of night roll
that guffaw
Thundering the clouds
What penitent I harbour
Skinning the day
Inside my bosom
My atonement came
Flapping through the nights
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