Grief and anger sleep alone
In the same small bed
Together they make their mark
On my pillow and under my tread–
Dimming my eye, my taste and tone.
How long life is, how short time seems
Lived in disguise and dreams.
Mythos dissolves at dawn.
Come dark of the moon,
Come soon.

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