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Flying astrally

through the Universe,

filled with astronomical

violence happening nonviolently,



it's inconceivable to not know

serenity is, as beauty serenades

eyes that would it see,

unbeckoning unto Thee.
A Universe' song, cacophony, symphony ever beckoning thee   :)   reality
Went to bed at 6am
So I've ruined the day
Made myself feel ill
Unsettled, a bit panicky.
Will I never learn
That sleep is for sleeping
Waking is for waking,
How can I confuse the two?
It's just that lately
With the days so uncertain
Sometimes I like to make the nights
Last as long as I can.
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