He is sitting sullenly,
The pale night on his lap
Like a child, just dead.
Failure! I know not thy other names
Thou may be a heap
Of murky sky.
Who knows, in which part of the sky,
These pale dim infernos
Lie slumbering on!
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Who knows, in which part of the sky, These pale dim infernos Lie slumbering on! . great imagination. tony