Night thoughts Night thoughts enter your body Like so much free-flowing water And its top

portion teems with Its many empty sounds, echoes. The body is your mind at night. The thoughts occur of living Under white sheets, iron cots A shut window for winter cold, Of living, under eyes of sleep, In pajamas of strings loosed While dirty goods get splashed On an old manâ s quiet dignity Under a pin-striped nightcap. In a prison uniform of thoughts The body is trapped in the mind. The night watchmanâ s stick hits The asphalt and your existence Its tap accurately measures time On the asphalt of your existence.

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