Birds are quiet at night
Like resting for some
Outcome they won’t
Know anything about

The eye glued screens
Softly lit in blue scenes
Up and down the street
Obsolete in the sunrise

Brightening how close
It couldn’t understand
Those explanations fed
As snacks for the drinks

Thinking philosophical
Grape tasted quotations
Marbled in stone cold
Political fits to matches;

Facts, compassionately
Flown to branches fate
While fast asleep with its
Same sole need to sing.


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