Darkness half eclipses the moon.
Silver slithers peek from behind unseen clouds:
swirling, smiling, whispering secrets
into upturned ears.
Who would choose the sun
over the mysteries of the night
that intrigue and comfort,
all in the same dark breath?
Silence; only ever true at night.
When blinking stars fall through the
dark heavens to land next to lonely
souls, wasting their last wish.
Who needs a friend
when the universe is under your control?
Who needs love
when there is so much still undiscovered?
Only weak; only fragile.
Only those who have
been born without
any mind of their own.
To think,
learn,
discover,
revel.
Alone.
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