Night is not an escape, but an indulgence

If there was no darkness to listen to endless meandering of feelings

Words would have been dispassionate about narrating life

If not for that invisible shoulder to rest this confabulating head

Dizziness would have obfuscated the starry canvas

There’s no compulsion to keep track of time but ease comfortably in its embrace

Night may be inarticulate for those who wish not to listen

Unending support and timeless dreams reveal their reality to sleepless eyes



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