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Je n'a pas de valeur





It is evident this evening

that my concept has been conquered

that my ill has become issue

to those inquiring eyes

it is my itinerary

to display nothing but the known

Je n'a pas de valeur



It is an apparent afternoon

and I am alone

it is much like forever now

the sun is hot, the stars are gone

it is my only operation now

to listen for low tides

Je n'a pas de valeur



The derelict of day dawns

it's morning, now, again

and it's break

basking before me

in it I know

Je n'a pas de valeur



I know mainly of midnight

other times are often

yet it is then

that I call to the sky

black and adorn with stars

to speak of the moon

to spell out it's cause

for I know my own has past

and I worry not

of any but it's cause

the moon

for I know

the hand which welds the tides

long ago

put I, to rest

and I understand

much of many and morning

as well as afternoon and evening

it is mid the night

that my answer lurks

among stars I know

Je n'a pas de valeur