The night is too diffuse
To consolidate illusion
The slightest disturbance
Acute to the predator’s ear
He rises leonine
Returns hopeless
*
Though the moon
Has more faces
The sun has a keener eye
A single aberration
Could render him unfit
For a lesser heaven (earth)
*
His heart suffers as a quarry
Expenditure overwhelming recompense
He lies at queer angles
Gathering the voices of foreign entities
Like a transistor radio
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