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Nights in Neptune
~Quietly floating atop the rolling fabric of navy
Blue like the absence of oxygen in the veins
Tracing a trajectory charted and discovered,
Re-charted and rediscovered,
I spend the nights in Neptune.
I find an uneasy peace as daybreak cracks and attacks the ice
But the deep fissures fuse ever stronger.
The ocean lulls my corpus into a drowsy state
As my restless mind rages ...
Saturday 23rd May 2020 9:30 am
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