Friday, November 11, 2016

Half-awake, I breathe in the night.

In the murky mind-sky, there are movements.

Jewel-hued by shades of un-named colors, countless stars appear and dance.

We're all flying now, passing through -- a gateway of fire, a ring of golden light.

Nightingale, I must be moon-dazzled.

They say that Leonard Cohen passed away yesterday.

Fare thee well, nightingale.

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