Even when shining suns so far away
wash us in their speck of light in the dark,
teeming ideas of massive sizes
wash over our brains in the same fashion.
Events, when shifting places, well convey
others faces, changing the place you park,
dreaming images I realises
touching myself in my proper passion.
Never shining suns shine on in no way
as darkness blots itself out in the dark.
All our ideas, darkening ideas
that long never existed as actions.
Darkness sheds it's own kind of light for us.
Without? There's nothing to light up for us.
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