The night does not fall she rises
to catch the falling day
The day falls - crumples across the earth
its long shadow racing over houses
it swoons exhausted releasing
the fixity of the world
to scatter into the night,
and in the wilderness far from city lights
the horizon disappears
trees grip the earth
and fields become a cradle
blanketed by darkness
where I and the others lie.
Robert Thomas
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