PJ. Moon


Never The Night

Have you heard to 'not go gentle into the good night'?
Yet how else might I go into that befogged plight?
Have you heard to 'rage, rage against the dying of the light'?
But what rage am I to afford against the mastodon of that approaching good night?

That good night foretold in ancient graphs, hence scores of funerals unfolding;
how dying of the light cannot be kept, for decaying winds overtake.
The good day, however, once gently arrived, a merciful reprieve from smoldering frigh

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