"The air is dark, the night is sad,I lie sleepless and I groan.Nobody cares when a man goes mad:He..."

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The air is dark, the night is sad,

I lie sleepless and I groan.

Nobody cares when a man goes mad:

He is sorry, God is glad.

Shadow changes into bone.

Every shadow has a name;

When I think of mine I moan,

I hear rumors of such fame.

Not for pride, but only shame,

Shadow changes into bone.

When I blush I weep for joy,

And laughter drops from me like a stone:

The aging laughter of the boy

To see the ageless dead so coy.

Shadow changes into bone.

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- Allen Ginsberg’s Refrain, 1948 (via immortalitylies)