"I love to turn you on..."
insomniac from death to wake
now sleepless goes his soul
his moon to rise will find the make
of air that breathes the whole
for sun does feed the busy mind
ingesting all it's care
but moon gives way for soul to find
and organize it's air
the nightly stills and quiet hums
elucidate all schemes
to quiet down the daily drums
and pen his waking dreams
~Moses Apollo
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