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Nux
Little Prince basks serene
As an Egyptian god on his barge
On the green cushion, gently breathing
While in his sleep mouselike plays the mind
With its empty toys less real
Than the large drops of rain the nightwind tosses
The night, dark as the flooding of the Nile
The brain, that clouded crystal ball
Blurry with drowned thoughts--
A waterlogged squirrel that gathers
Its nuts to float this dream of words sub noctis
From magic to error, from aether to terra
On the upriver stream toward morning
paintings by Georges de la Tour
Nux
Little Prince basks serene
As an Egyptian god on his barge
On the green cushion, gently breathing
While in his sleep mouselike plays the mind
With its empty toys less real
Than the large drops of rain the nightwind tosses
The night, dark as the flooding of the Nile
The brain, that clouded crystal ball
Blurry with drowned thoughts--
A waterlogged squirrel that gathers
Its nuts to float this dream of words sub noctis
From magic to error, from aether to terra
On the upriver stream toward morning
paintings by Georges de la Tour
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