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Twelve o'clock.
Along the reaches of the street / Held in a lunar synthesis, / Whispering lunar incantations / Disolve the floors of memory / And all its clear relations, / Its divisions and precisions, / Every street lamp that I pass / Beats like a fatalistic drum, / And through the spaces of the dark / Midnight shakes the memory / As a madman shakes a dead geranium.