absurdly, we wait for twilight
forgetful, we circumambulate
ten thousand paper tigers descend
listlessly into her pallid world.
soporifically the children dance
as the light forsakes the day,
ocularly obsequious.
while luminescent boundaries
keep incandescent hopes at bay,
quiescent children rouse
to fight morning oblivion
by decollation
and rise again.
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