hanging high in the air standing silent
amidst all the variety of colored cloud cover
none come close to smothering the rising moon
holding its permanent victory in a cocoon of night winds
while we look away in different directions
on different shores
still we both stand sympathetically apart
on this rotating rock
while there where the driver sits
the dark glass projects reflections straight onto the tracks
while the firefly collective outside spreads trails
that wound the proud dark night
and heals the suicide skies
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