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find that midnight hour
where in-between starlight
you can find the myriad
of life laid bare by
exhaustion and darkness
when there’s nothing to see
there’s nothing to hide,
there is love and passion
in constellation with true
lonesomeness and wired
genius that might be madness
by morning. But be still
and you’ll know it all
as the twelve o’clock hour
ticks by into the new day
where we can all hide
ourselves again in the light.