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this time of night
Still up, amongst the rabble, and the insects
they swarm in the cool, and relish the moonlit dark
I rummage through my thoughts, I reflect, I haunt
ever caught a thought as it ran circles around your head
or flown in the placid purple twilight ocean in the sky?
Quality time, quietly appreciating silience as it is
crickets, far off car tires against the cooling asphalt
automated sprinklers hissing new moisture to alien lawns
No pressing appointments to nail down uncertain morrows
the moon, her stars, their perch and ours
I love this time, though I am often at my lonliest,
overcome with rerun moments of my life as it once was
hypothetical questions unvocalized to the universe
Am I ever thought about time and time again?
Why do I do this? Will I ever stop?
