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I walk alone in twilight,
wrapping ragged cloak against numbing wind,
shivering as the wan rays of dying sun
play feebly over the ocean; its caps ruby
and golden, then dark and chill
as they fall into the sands,
sweeping hoary ice and driftwood
about my feet...
A lingering cry as mists close in;
the gull wings out of greyness to disappear
as the sun, into the west...
I cannot follow into the warmth,
I must remain and await the end of night,
the eternal night to come...
November 4, 1971
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