There's a place where palaces
are warm enough for night
and liable comfortable
Sure shade all the daylight.
There's a face we would wear one night.
Make our mates
Reach
to recognize
the new guy's
eyes
once it's light,
Around, there's birdsong, seep'd the walls,
Profound in, pulsing palace darks.
Daybird sings, and replaces things.
Beats simmer back, Solace embarks.
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