The nightjar, feathered ink, takes flight -
Behaves like shavings of the night.
He sings electric, buzzing odes,
A darkness engine on cloud roads.
And when I hear those waspish tones
I feel your whirred words in my bones:
'Come fly the night!
Come fly the night!
Dance spirals with me
By moonlight!'
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