Precious sleep,
protected by the guardians of the night.
Mayhap to dream,
consciousness extending into the abyss.
I walk.
I observe.
There lies a stone,
black as alabaster,
dark against even the night.
The moon and sun rise as one.
Red and white collide.
There are three, yet there is one.
And yet, there are six, but two.
And no!
It is still one...complete, whole.
Mysteries of the night.
Understanding lost,
in the light of day.
Reaching for that just out of my grasp.
Sorrow...
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