To roam about a vacant house
Save for one self;
To shout and cry
Like a wild beast innominate;
To prowl and stalk
In lonely solitude
About a vacant house.
And in the night
Dancing devils and complacent Shades
Flicker on the dancing walls
Like grains of time
By-passing the time-glass
Like falling stars down Saint Anne’s Way.
Alone, alone, alone..
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