During the witch's hour
Dwells on the mind's wanderings,
Not a second to spare
In the course of neurons' antics,
Gone away,
Past the glass ceiling of knowledge,
Toward cloudless skies
So bright it's presence
Hurts all it touches,
An awakening process
Takes place,
The growth of a new
Outlook on an
Old place
Surrenders tears of love
Across the empty plains
And busy cities,
Knowing there is hope
For a better ending.
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