Caveat: Poem #1422 “The land of the midday overcast”

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The solstice here means not much darkness.
There's sunset twilight at midnight.
At three the dawn twilight comes.
I am awake at three?
Sometimes I wake up.
Thinking strange things.
Counting ghosts.
Doubting.
Time.

– a nonnet.
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