I feel the slow queer reign of this red night
Creeping over
Catching the deep dark white moon
With bloody walls of light
Leopard shadows in teems descend
Here in the empty hour
Into stone and clay
An electric red bulb burns shapes like coffins
Where the wounded light cannot reach
Phantoms summoned
From old typewriters
And Cuban records
Catch fire in the brain-
Disappear into the world
In curious trials like this excel
Mysteries of a madman
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