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The naked elms that lift their writhing branches
In sinister patterns against the twilight sky,
They are monstrous corals in the coldness of an ocean;
And beneath them strange things creep and die.
I am tired, I have come a long way from the sun,
I have forgotten the wind on hills of blue.
I walk in the twilight, under strange black branches,
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Excerpt: "Sonata in Pathos" ~ Conrad Aiken