City streets a swarm of bees,
The sea of orange,
Rounds the corners of the deepening,
Veiling of the sky,
In the height that spans the grid,
A lone explorer roving out into the night,
Rolls and flows into the night,
And goes on and out into the night,
And out across the lakes and streams,
And lakes that swell in autumn's steam,
And out into the night,
And down amidst the slumbering trees,
That tower and brood aloft in dreams,
Of green and loving light,
And out across the barren fields,
A white wall now that fumes and reels,
The wild forming now and for the wind,
A robe of white and blinding skin,
The wild rolls and flows into the night
And goes out and on into the night
Rolls and flows into the night,
And goes on and out into the night
Rolls and flows into the night,
And goes on and out into the night

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