The drop
Atop the chim-chimney, in evening’s early hours
Slow, slowly down rock, round midnight
Absorbed then disbursed by the skin of the roof before dawn
Why, oh why, can gutters steal you by sunrise
The fall
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Nations
Oh, sorrow!
Your eyes to the ground
Or stolen by sleep
When I did descend
Upon you
From above
I lingered and was gentle
I hoped, that you should see
There’s need
Wrestle with me
Afflict me
Bless me
