Looking into a glass

Let eye white darken the sky
As quick as a noontide went.
Noontide’s silly thing throbs,
Shaking a wasted body thin.

V-birds come and go a night.
Orange will soon be a bleak.
Let west hills be vanquished
By that overwhelming night.

( Remembering Thomas Hardy’s poem I look Into My Glass)

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