In abyss watch falling stars,
shades of dull, pale and grey,
still water in silence,
not all say in absence;
In twilight, tree on fire,
Iridescent from far enough;
Down through alleys,
nobody goes nowhere,
one, and also no one:
What lags behind,
Moth, frozen in dust,
devoid, vague along with blur.
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