Every Secret Eye

I awake before dawn and call out to the Moon,

But the Moon is missing, she has other duties to attend to.

I sleep fitfully, aware that something is missing.

I awaken at dusk and call to the Sun,

But the Sun is missing, he has other lands to shine upon.

I wake with uncertainty, aware that something is missing.

I wake up in the midlands of night, in the close darkness

And I realize then that there is no longer anybody to call out to;

Whether I sleep or wake again is no longer important.

I send word to the Sun not to awaken me.

I send word to the Moon not to expect me-

I must go where light and darkness can freely mix,

And where things grow, touchless beneath a hidden sky;

Nothing is not there that should be,

Nothing is there that should not be:

And I am my own Moon, mirrored Suns shining from every secret eye.

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