Till morning light I waver rights.
Subdued intrusive bright midnights.
Bewildered bloom of grasping doom,
beneath a thought kept in my room.
With sutle visions, aside intention, stale breeze I breath to listen.
Calm and patient state of mind. Surreal solicit passing time.
To noon so soon, so limed by lum, beside the moon where I asume.
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