Surprising?
Under the warmth
Sleeping:
Serpents were
Hissing.
In the night
The earth was
Beaming
You had to call
You had to call.
But called not.
Time growls in
The grotesque masks
Slow\advancing
In the streets
With night-dews
Wetted.
The haloes sprung
It was
An alternative civilization
O! let there be
Many alternative civilizations
Round
Many and ever-increasing,
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