Late Nights, a finished-for-now draft.

while i wait

the moon winks.

 

stars bloom

and wilt.

 

in the dark

the sky

reaches

for the Earth,

 

all the birds

stuck in the way.

 

no one

is able

to speak,

 

the Earth

always

unknowing

itself,

always

forgetting

the sky

 

who,

of course,

will be

different

tomorrow

either way.

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