The houses in to their sub-conscious deep
Emarginated from all daily thought they sleep
For so many things sleep and other more
For, for long periods they deep hibernate.
Lightning
Went
Up
Over
The
Seas
And
It
Was
night
Forget nor night. Nor cold, nor winds that
Neigh, nor dripping frost off ever-searing trees
Forget not
Forget not ever
The houses in to their sub-conscious deep
Emarginated from all daily though they sleep
For so many things sleep and others more
For, for long periods they deep hibernate.
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