Leave me, let me linger in the dark,
Postpone the sight of birds clutching bark,
Or squirrel scurrying on a limb,
Or daffodil blooming on a whim.
I can't comprehend extravagance,
So I bury my brain by black trance,
And in these depths of simplicity,
What matters is nothing's company.
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