From within my mountain cloister
I can see
The night grow heavier and heavier
Weighing its darkness down
'Til the thick phalanx of spruce crowns
Pierces into the viscous black ink
No stars will wink tonight
Cassiopeia is blind
With the absence of light,
The suggestion of annihilation
A void hanging, so close.
Such are the nocturne thoughts
That rattle through my brittle brain
When my eyes as heavy as the night
Yet while the forest remains verdant
Strewn with overgrown boulders
Its waterfalls playing subtle music
A celebration of energetic form
With stoic owls holding vigil
I can rest easy
And pull this coverlet of moss
Up to my chin
To draw within the
Parallel void of my dreams
Where Heaven and Earth
Are inseparable.
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