June 1

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Oh Keats it’s late
and there’s no bright star

no stars at all strange
given the clear day earlier

but life has its ways
of imposing

even lighter than air
it still gets in the way

I know that you know this
how some nights can arrive

like an unwelcome guest
and with such limitless depth

it keeps one awake
just as easily as light would

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