these mottled shadows mark a middle day
when even buzzing flies do not distract
and all the senses into calm contract
all who are wise seek shelter from the ray
desiring to keep head and heart intact
these mottled shadows mark a middle day
when we pass through we'll catch sight of the bay
in middle distance through a glass that's cracked
and in the haze not tell what's dream from fact
these mottled shadows mark a middle day
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