Of the turbid pool that lies in the autumn forest, Of the moon that descends the steeps of the soughing twilight, Toss, sparkles of day and dusk—toss on the black stems that decay in the muck, Toss to the moaning gibberish of the dry limbs.
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the turbid underworld of illegal drug traffickers
unsettled by a flow of turbid thoughts and feelings