he says he feels nothing,
the heavy deadness
which also weighs him down...
The relation with the moon is like touch of cold in the Autumn night
I walked abroad,
And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge
Like a red-faced demon who waiting for me to c it & adore it..
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