Whom do I bestow this chill, this full moon haunt
Many images sparkle on night-table
Mounting water course
Within ugres are turning vivid
Suspending my own
Upside down

Fragments of self
Revel in isolation now
Every iota alone

Who wins this moony detour
This bankrupt eve
Who knows

Comments about Night-Table

That opening line is is of course the whole thing, I am very much enjoying your pieces!
Great poem! I feel the sadness...

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