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94.
The night sweats convey, confuse
Confound the sanity in a wrist of light
A tenuous angel-hair
The wind an anxious
Scapegoat. The city is besieged
The almost dead eat what they can
The scene from Brueghel before him.
No Gothic novel can devise the shame
He feels each night this visitation comes.
What time is
More barbarous than the present? Dream-tenses
Might shift.
In this dream-grammar, verbs tilt at
The impossibility of time, the drowned
Couple, like poets, dredged from the glacial lake.