Too bad you can’t have both the moon
And the stars at their most brilliant.
You have to keep choosing to keep
Losing. Pretend it’s a contest.
You have to be in it to win
It. And what is it that you’ve won?
A few hours sleep so you don’t die
And then an hour alone in stars
One warm and windy, moonless night.
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