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Towards Morning

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What do I care about the swift newspaper boys.     The approach of the late auto-beasts does not frighten me.     I rest on my moving legs.     My face is wet with rain.     Green remains of the night     Stick to my eyes.     That's the way I like it -     Even as the sharp, secret     Drops of water crack on thousands of walls.     Plop from thousands of roofs.     Hop along shining streets...     And all the sullen houses     Listen to their     Eternal song.     Close behind me the burning night is ruined...     Its smelly corpse burdens my back.     But above me I feel the rushing,     Cool heaven.     Behold - I am in front of a     Streaming church.     Large and quiet it takes me in.     Here I shall stay for a while.     Immersed in its dreams.     Dreams out of gray     Silk that does not shimmer.

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