Life death and the sleepless interstices within,
long peaceful nights of wonder; restive isolation.
The void engulfs all that lies in it; no - all that it is,
like sparkling rain drops that create small waves,
small waves that meet, hop, and then make way,
for stillness of the lake - deep blue it rests, perseveres.
The vignettes that the clouds paint, myths and mist
mingle, ally, cry, make merry, and then give way,
to the lingering sky - its deep blue drapes, curtains.
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