June 6, 2019
The cloudy Night, opaque, so dark a Time
A Spring where Sun abandons Head and Hand
When warming Winds leave naught but Trails of Sighs
And Air make tremble naked Form of Man
The foggy Path, to stumble 'bout and tear
Through Void, amorphous Solids hold no Truth
To swim in Space, like standing in compare
Without a Star, to hold on tight, in view
The Cubes that make the frigid Lake, do rain
A Night so cold, no Star can warm these Feet
And Sounds of Blab and Beats do beat my Brain
A bright lit Night where Fire and Water meet
So love that little crescent Smile at Night
That washes blinding Dark that Stars can't light
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