Oh hazel night your street lamps dot the way
Until they vanish from my sight
And speak to the independence of a dawning day
The tickle drops they pass between two worlds
Between infinite tomorrow and yawns from yesterday
For a dim moon projects her promise lunar
And silently judges her burned out pupil
Oh hazel night the dimple of your shine
Lacks potency under its banner of haze
But still reminds me lunar that the sun again will blaze
Oh hazel night your street lights dot the way
If forever finds me sooner then I have run away
Until they vanish from my sight
And speak to the independence of a dawning day
The tickle drops they pass between two worlds
Between infinite tomorrow and yawns from yesterday
For a dim moon projects her promise lunar
And silently judges her burned out pupil
Oh hazel night the dimple of your shine
Lacks potency under its banner of haze
But still reminds me lunar that the sun again will blaze
Oh hazel night your street lights dot the way
If forever finds me sooner then I have run away
OTHER WORKS
Ode to the many sweat dreams
That saunter on November chills
The children are gifts like smiles
The wash between sun and downy leaf
So falling bliss hits are the eyes...
Gravity leak on the nine sang the dronebot Tinker
Foreseer like the tentacles slurp on the unknown seed
And next the ghetto birds wail get out get out
But alas the chains spit when driving at the sun
Nova Child and Tealeaf make eyes like dragon wing
Yet the elders laugh when the Rainbows jettison
Again and again and again.
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