‘Pure Idiot Glee’ to find oneself a child where night is, engulfed, enmooned and sunk where this ice-in-the-grass wide Orion darkness is cast, cold chimneystones and whole histories of chimneystone dim, out of mind, where unseen geese sleep in sheds, streets inexplicably silent long hours – whole nights—emptiness where ancient rays of stars find their earthen shore, beginningless / endless realm of night who sunstruck day is brief winter interlude, where now the shining insects that danced a million tireless spawnings on the drowsy June air
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