SO FAR AS I CAN the trees at night stretch out amid voices croakish old in a dark shared with white eyes overhead between banks of sunset sunrise a river of shadow cuts its way wherever it can press its claims to be trusted with the gold rise of the moon and being empty I am carried away easily on a bed of reflections from kitchen lights of houses backed to the river so far to go I share the gold so far as I can for I have the hands and mind for it wind is up cooler now the eyes fly on some are gone only the easy dark holds me up and I could almost say I've arrived
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