• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 11
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In the Midnight Hour

We are all small islands in our dream cocoons,
while the happy whales pass among us
blubbering their happy songs.
They deliver tales of mist in moonlight,
spout clouds that lift wild cats
in twilight, swim the placid sea.
They patrol the Stygian reef
so we can sleep at peace,
our watchful eye attuned to only sky.