The Night Drippings
In that darkness
some colours brightened
some minds blackened
The night as ever
is dripping blood.
Where?
Somewhere or other
between the poles
How much?
At dawn you can
measure by gallons.
Why?
I’m as dumb
as the dead at the night.
poem by Sathya Narayana
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