• qaynaat 5w

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    for a long time now,
    the nights have been missing



    and all the hours have been bright,
    and stellar- oh, how marvellous-!



    (Do not you remember
    those perfect summer days- !)



    And all the short,
    half- vermin of the nights-



    shadowy, and soaked
    and misty,- dissipated



    Wearing golden dancer's bells
    And swinging jaw- wide teethed grins



    have filled the empty spaces
    with sonorous- golden- music and rhythm-



    For I followed in their trails
    and asked for the whereabouts



    of darkness-
    my own-



    They took me by my hand,
    and led me-



    to serene- and breezy-
    soft mornings-



    each day- creep
    just a little nearer to the arc; they said,



    I would find the wild heart
    of our grave nights- beloved dark



    in the derelict core
    of a bronze looming sun-



    Whirling lashes - she there-
    aflame- more than ever-



    in her aboriginal element-
    perfect- inert- orb-



    more content
    than she's ever been-



    fused---
    and found-



    in the severe gravity-
    buried void concocting history



    Incineration
    to emanate brightness-



    Brilliance that dies
    preserved in fossils-



    distillate-
    and debris-



    conscientiously
    in the flawless skies,-



    for what- we-
    in the world,



    called brightness- brightness-
    shorter beings



    of the eternal nights-
    knew it all had been-



    only scars
    crescent- scars



    on the ashen face- hurt
    of corpses- our longest nights---



    now lost- forever
    is - - -bright. - - -




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