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Cries in the night Hard black line lying flat
straight razor edge of day and night
hard bright points of colored light
reds and blues and burning white
golden beams spear into darkness bright
washing away points of light
darkness transforming to deepening blue
softening black shadows into green
fluffy rounded trees spring into view
chilling air against us moves
bright songs of birds fill the breeze
soft rustling of leaves in counter point
softening blue arcs high overhead
disc of gold begins to form
it’s growing arc blinds the eye
with piercing beams spears the mind
greens and blues and burning yellow
fervent soft green arcs on lines of brown
line divides blue from green
were once marked night from day
fools lying on soft green grass
eyesight lost within the night
watching castles fly away
seeing things that never were
words do dance in scattered thoughts
words to stories undefined
meaning sought that is not there
madness sought in morning light
