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“As The Afternoon Protrudes Into The Evening, My Mind Peels Forth A Subdued And Sleepy Monition”

“As The Afternoon Protrudes Into The Evening, My Mind Peels Forth A Subdued And Sleepy Monition”

When I compose my days
Of distant memory and featureless words,
Their meagre substance wrests away
The inner river of flowing converse;
Which, when ignited by the morning rise,
Sets the countenance of waiting noon,
So that I—into the coming blue,
Will be the self I hope to choose.
Not the one, too effected by my closing eyes;
But the self, novice in poetic strife.