The universe doesn't beg to have it's way,
Rather I beg of it both night and day.
And chance I forget this soliloquy
I shouldn't be surprised it swallow me.
So I stay in my blue heaven,
So I stay in my black night,
Both eve and morning tenderly,
Both eve and morning out of light.
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