find where you can the deep night
  where it beds down under leaves
  and dead men smoke black fumes
  whispering the future,
  where time undivided knows only
  of certainty, not of regret.
  find where love hides itself
  speechless and trembling
  bleeding from its own cruelty
  exiled to the cold flanks of mountains
  the unseeing corners of cities
  to where it has wandered insane
  and godless, inscribed by unconscious

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