Day programs me to work, Night sets my soul free Like a child’s whirligig it spins in your baffling world of waning tranquility, hidden truths. Catches your shadows, and meanders in alleys of eternal wander- hood. Untouched, the quest heads off for a rest some distant mountain peaks, snow-capped, I’ve traveled eleven thousand miles. the music of this night, the crickets’ squeak, this constant brawl among the stars, all are melting in your silence. sometimes our instinct grows so strong that the sky ruptures, sea folds up and the world shrinks into a soft cotton ball… tattered, blaring, inviting a revolution, a thunderstorm. To watch half the truth is a disgrace to the truth itself. Little light, little peace, little dreams, little knowledge, Like an island, like a rover, like a small city in itself, I know it’s the time to step out of this cocoon, out of these shielded walls of care and love, this house, its so many knots, these faces, these so many voices. It’s the moment To travel To...
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