on the way to the end
i passed a servant of god
we pretended to not see each other
but then i arrived and felt lonesome
and couldn't go back


you're working hard every day
each night you try to sleep by listening to the rush of working hard every day
so you can try to sleep every night


moon world forming,
midnight, foaming,
starts to rise.
the heart, grieved, forlorning,
stoning, with the sun.

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