Does anyone know
how feelings give
birth to feelings?
Or simply: how
horizons have
no endings?
More simply: how
madness, in the
blink of an eye,
turns to a rush
of tranquil;
tell me why.
Does the Moon
envy the Sun,
I wonder?
Or is it the
other way
around:
Does the Sun
covet the
lustrous
company of
a thousand
other stars
when She
is rather a
star herself?
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