night waxing
moon shadows,
give rise
to voices.
murky whispering
in misty mind,
confused brush
faint strokes silent.
wanderer at sea:
drifting sands fall
further into wells
darkly forgotten.
moonlight's premonition
shrouds dawn delayed,
early birds
singing not for me.
voices raised
by night shadows,
moon waxes philosophical
questionless answers.
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