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O asterisk, unmurk my night’s volume.


Chase alike the blazes streaming as stems,
not spears aimed to dim the rosyed and tin-
seling tributaries, not spears aimed to
only the darkling in the not. When and


solely your bulb bursts within, I too will
be of yester floral and melodies
ever calling off the hunt of lassie-drifts
in the eons of my brackish youth.


As nearly ever, I call out from countless minds
that inlet night, Excite their wakes to a whole


nother! O asterisk, electrocute this
dark cove. O asterisk, keep lit and come
to lay day on my unluminous slum.