Space between my solitude
And my isolation
There is a difference
Seems to be sorting out
In the nighttime
Barely anything that I can see
Without my spectacles
Except the darkness barely lit by
Some high, long visage of a
Light rolling steadily descending across
The long plains
After it slipped down through the forest
All need releases into it,
That balance, hovering from
My quiet place.
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