Inside the silent retrospection lay contemplation,

will each opportunity occur because they should

or has that message run its course, are we evolved

are the tasks we face the same as they ever were.

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These notions in twilight’s reckoning speak devotion

while trying to sort through an insomniac’s world

be desire to understand just what mystique involved

calls out to the unsettled mine, We note another

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individual whose pallor has brought their fruition

much lauding, a constant drivel of because we could.

Yet, what if all of our silent midnight misgiving revolved

around simple logic lost within materialism’s fodder.

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Then might the man who wakes to check the time

know love is in twilight’s passion, a garden sublime.