At Twelve In Dark
At twelve, a Cacophony type song
Centre of dark forest fog,
Hiding everything, dark green
Looked into nature's screen,
carbons all around moving in the atmosphere,
Out of dark feel like everywhere
Falcon heart pump death fast,
Language mind try to think fast
Last hours are like centuries
Remembering the ancient monk's theory
Someone's switch is on,
Early morning sun is upon,
Evocative dim light all around,
Showing path for known sound.
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