In the vast array of evening songs

I found another tune

That isn’t wholly unsung

But isn’t often mused


It seems the buildings sing at night

Hulky ogres in their beds

Laying down with quiet lights

And shadows overhead


Walking through the thirsty night

The ogres slake their need

Opening yawning settling right

Into the evening’s deeds


The life that scatters all around

And through and in between

Knows not their sleeping yawning sound

Feels not their silent sleep


I hear this silent sleeping song

I feel their evening sigh

Holding need against the throng

Of miles and miles of sky


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