All things are dark,
the distant stars shine
behind the veil of the murk of clouds.
Leading to late desire for
wisdom and knowledge
to spy out the eyries of the skies.
But the gleams of deepest night
Are made from corpse light
where the moon is seen out on orbit
And one knows the deafness of
the stars and the moon in
the untouched
when the
light and silence combine
mocking the reasoning,...
