The sky at night cannot see the stars chart no course for me in blinded sight darkened trees throw shadows of infinity The sky at night cannot speak the moon turns no tide in me in pale thin light voiced too weak lie echoes of eternity The sky at night cannot feel though the damp dark touches me its fingers tight cold as steel embrace death impassively
Reason for writing:
Written after looking up at the sky on an autumn night.
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