Kind of a double-edged sword
The losing of the past
the re-weaving of the future
Dreams we wake from
That speak finality
in not being woken from
In not being sloughed off
by a stretch
by a yawn
Under these stars
many slumber
While some are compelled to howl
at the ceaselessly watching moon
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