lick your fingers and stop this,
the nights long shadows,
need too much discerning,
more than I can muster,
more than each glance is earning,
I don't know enough,
can't reach enough
can't see a thing
but flickering extensions,
whole back lit dimensions,
great contained infinity,
shut it off and sit with me.
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