Before the night has patches of blue
to be seen by the stars and
the rotating moons, the slow
rotating moons, only,
only, I repeat,
and by some Muse-chosen Poet Seer
with tears in his eyes looking
looking profound a thinker
too
for answers, for inspirations
from the darkening heavens
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