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Hollylane · 09-02-2012, 10:28 AM

The Night Piece

by Thom Gunn

The fog drifts slowly down the hill
And as I mount gets thicker still,
Closes me in, makes me its own
Like bedclothes on the paving stone.

Here are the last few streets to climb,
Galleries, run through veins of time,
Almost familiar, where I creep
Toward sleep like fog, through fog like sleep.

09-02-2012, 10:28 AM	#462
Hollylane Practically Lives Here How Do You Identify?: . Preferred Pronoun?: . Relationship Status: . Join Date: Jun 2011 Location: . Posts: 11,495 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 34,694 Thanked 26,361 Times in 5,875 Posts Rep Power: 21474862	The Night Piece by Thom Gunn The fog drifts slowly down the hill And as I mount gets thicker still, Closes me in, makes me its own Like bedclothes on the paving stone. Here are the last few streets to climb, Galleries, run through veins of time, Almost familiar, where I creep Toward sleep like fog, through fog like sleep.