Inside, darkness and troubled sleep
co-mingle with the laziness of these hours,
where each lapping minute lulls the senses, the mood.
Oh, to bid farewell to lamentations of loneliness,
so that each might slowly pass away from this night,
receding well into tomorrow's tomorrow.
Turning my face to the glorious moon
gleaming round and whole with an opaque finish,
brightness becomes the dream I dare to behold.
Lingering here in this ambiguous midnight,
my thoughts quietly rest on pediments of reflection
as music plays heavy like the plaint of a prisoned bird.
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