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{Thu 8 February 2007}   Eye Storm
Eye Storm

Autumn thickens till the hanging days
Are changing past my window like a scream.
This winter thought too early paralyses
My aching eye gazing green gold gone.
The glazed day whips into strangeness
And lunar laughter rises suddenly
As tears of light fade behind this skyline,
Mocking the blush on another hemisphere.

At last, rain churns across the glowing rim,
Tripping and falling on silver rooves,
Dappling darkness; moon blues under cloud.
Under cover of cloud, night writhes,
Pierced by a star, and dies, weeping,
Into grass new-strewn with beauty quivering.



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