e.e. wilholt - Alone at Night

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Black velvet views herself in her
Looking glass; my window frames
Her dark portrait outdoors. The moon
Hangs full among grit-sand of stars,
Flung far by Titan’s fist.

Through a chimney, the house
Exhales ash. In my room
Shadows are phantom men,
Waiting in corners I will not go near.
Sighing walls silhouette waving

Tree-branches; little wall cracks
Whimper in sleep. Silent muse dances
Color in my ears, music my companion.

**

e.e. wilholt

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