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Throughout the volume looms the specter of the black ocean itself, a powerful metaphor for all our collective longings and despair, as we turn to face a menacing and uncertain future.
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Lullaby for the Last Night on Earth
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When at last we whisper, "so long, so lonesome, "
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and watch our house on the horizon
go down like a gasping zeppelin of bricks,
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weOCOll turn, holding hands,
and walk the train tracks to the sea . . .a
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So sing me that song where a mountain falls
in love with an octopus, and one thousand fireflies
ricochet around their heads,
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and IOCOll dream weOCOre dancing in the kitchen one last time,
swaying, the window a waystation
of flaming leaves, the dogs shimmying
about our legs,
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa dragging their golden capes of rain . . .
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"O my critter, my thistle, gal-o-my-dreams, "
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lift your voice like an oar into the darkness,
for all the sad birds are falling downOCo
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Nothing in this night is ours.
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