A shaft of air
shot through
my open window in the night.
And as it blew
over my eyelids,
fetters of earthly sight
broke off.
Ceiling and wall
and door
pressed on the inner sight
no more:
and I could feel
the great dark ball
of Earth
fall
into tomorrow,
and the cold bodies of all
the stars turning
in silence
on their unrelenting
wheel.
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