Poem: Midnight

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Blue-black bays at the bright moon.

Together we-who-are-one walk towards the sky.

Restless, we wish for wisps of senseless joy.

Bright-black begs for a sharper contrast.

Alone, I-who-am-many make do with the stars I have.

Lonely, I long for songs of yesterday.