Discovering the night,
a perfection of dreams
as the memories fade
the ticking of a pendulum
keeps time with the catcher.
The catcher arrives,
and carries the lantern
up the steps,
around the day,
closing sleepy eyes.
Three crow's gather
outside my window,
as two fly off,
the one that's left
begins to caw.
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