Georg Trakl

At Night

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The blueness dies out in my eyes tonight,

the red gold of my heart. O how still the light burns!

Your cloak of sadness encircles the long descent.

Your red lips seal your friend’s unhinging.

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Postdata - Eclipse

Jack Kerouac

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Close your eyes -

Landlord knocking

On the back door.

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Postdata - Drift

Jack Kerouac

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Early morning yellow flowers,

thinking about

the drunkards of Mexico.

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Booker T. Jones - Knockin' On Heaven's Door