Buildings whose walls throb at night
These I will to visit
Under low dimming starlight
And dark cascade of the bright
These buildings that throb
Have hearts of coursing blood!
Thank you Dusk for ushering
The dark night of day the declining
Of Things in the Conscious
That in proportion inverse in to the Sub-Conscious
Grow!
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