This farfetched starlight
Beyond the point where sleep comes soon
Behind the setting of the moon
A fatalistic sense of doom
Can't quite inspire
Ill planned adventure
Between the sheets and void of mist
With racing heart and unchained breath
An unconscious shibboleth
Unlocks self censure
Mind's lonely mission
Moody clouds in black on grey
Too many hours til break of day
And yet they quickly slip away
In nervous frisson
Red rimmed sky eye
Disrupts the edge of patient dark
As silhouettes emerge more stark
A night that leaves its only mark
Passing by my eyes
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