The day never ceases...
the night always ends—
words come and go as they please
regardless of feelings' demands—
When do we get to decide,
on our own terms, any of it?...
Crouched over this machine—
such a pathetic creature—
reaching,
pulling atoms from the eather
hoping for an explosion—
knowing, the danger...
Diving into the swallowing embrace
and laughing out loud
at our own disgrace,
to Her ever-so-patient,
perfect face...
Oh night, come back!—glorious night,
I long for your company—
the sun is so lonely,
suspended,
in this obnoxious, bright sky—
The clouds so scattered and shapeless—
and my shadow—
that ridiculous follower, mocking
every attempt I make, toward night...
Night, Drowned in Wine,
In Her Gown of Stars,
Pale, and Breathless,
At Peace, in Eternal Sleep:
come back to me—
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