There can be black night poems
Night poems in watchman’s stick
Tapping hollows of road’s earth,

And in fillings of a road’s hollow
By continuing blackness of night
Till the gold of sun fills like teeth.

Sleep poems depend parasitically
On night watchmen tapping road
In paths hollowed out from sleep.

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