What madness takes me,
In the middle of the night,
That casts strange profiles
Upon my friends, out of sight?
Why must I believe I am all alone
When - sooth! - I am simply, at home, cloistered?
Alas, the strange signs of deadened silence
Only make my flimsy shadows bolstered...
10 December 2018
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