Demented
corners
Of
the wind’s brand beat
Take
a summon into
The
silent quarters of night.
Trees
by the verge sashay
Possessed
by the chill sway
In
the eyes of this new wind.
Something
huge, strange but known
In
the remoteness of memory
Drives
forcefully from the sea
Pulling
down the houses by the coast.
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