23.
Oracle of my days and kraken of my nights,
secret of no return, you've taken from my nights.

As co-workers talk, not without bitterness,
of war, i think of stars forsaken all my nights.

And under spires, on cobblestones, again i prowl
incredulous how i was mistaken all my nights.

Graywyvern blogs and is not fed; in the garden
where ashes pour, dull sobs awaken long the nights.