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Night Music Slanted
Light strike the cave of sleep. I alone
tread the red circle
and twist the space with speech


Come now, etheridge, don't
be a savior; take your words and scrape
the sky, shake rain


on the desert, sprinkle
salt on the tail
of a girl,


can there anything
good come out of
prison

Written by Etheridge Knight (1931-1991)

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