In the silence of night I scrambled through the shambles, remnants of a fulmination of a present life
In the silence of night I pondered upon a culmination, arguable perceived positive, the acne of my plight
The moon shown beautifully, naked in a starless sky, still and like me alone
I smiled, looked back to shambles, content with the fact that the muss was not made of stone
In the silence of night I fiddled slightly, gracing my shambles with my finger tips slowly and lightly, just to fell that cool sensation transduce into a feeling of euphoric cognition
What noesis was fermenting in the realms of my mind to make me engage in this physical inquisition
So I continued to inquire and what transpired would be, another fulmination, this time making messes on the rest of me
In the silence of night I would soon fall asleep



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