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Height of the Directionless Flight

When might is right
Dead is the fight for the right
All shadowy is the sight
The road is the darkness of the night

As mercifully life holds tight
As it burns bright to end, with ashes
And so goes the cry—pity the plight

A telephone post above the courtyard in my home

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