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Night Musings
The moon is filled with desire
And she’s bleeding on me my share
I’ve pitied her before
But the air is extra still tonight
So I can hear her mourning
She’s trapped on this shift
Filling us all with adulation
The fragrant peacock bathes in her light
And the poet shuts his window not knowing what to write
The imam seems assured
As he threads the tenets and watches his tongue
I see his soul journeying to the heavens
And his path looks more righteous than mine
And she’s bleeding on me my share
I’ve pitied her before
But the air is extra still tonight
So I can hear her mourning
She’s trapped on this shift
Filling us all with adulation
The fragrant peacock bathes in her light
And the poet shuts his window not knowing what to write
The imam seems assured
As he threads the tenets and watches his tongue
I see his soul journeying to the heavens
And his path looks more righteous than mine
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