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I spend my sleepless nights               
With modern candlelight               
Across my weary face.               
   
I sit to count the stars               
From galaxies too far,               
To have a living trace.    
   
I start. I feel the loss of sight.    
My eyes – deprived of sacred light      
No pulsars to be seen.               

Yet when the border lifts -               
A sudden flow of cosmic gifts.               
At first, it seems serene.               

Waves come and go, both ebbs and flows.
How long it lasts, God only knows.      
Make it everlasting.               

But then, the flow increased,               
As if the cosmic spigot broke -         
The depths of space had been released. 

The void is filling with my blood.      
Spirals form: grand, bespoke.          
Rose waves of density, they flood.      

I feel like drowning in this pain;      
The mask of sacrifice –               
It must be worn. Put on my chains.      

The telescopes are bound,               
By spirit, apertures are cleaned.         
By hand, clock drives are wound.         

Celestial sphere, I plead:
Let Polaris guide you!
There's never been a greater need.

Descending silence, ascending light.
Galactic clusters, all at once.
By her grace, they have arrived...

My herd, I see them roam.
Like the shepphards of Sevan,
I am where I ought to be - I'm home.

Mountainous halos, their grazing land
"Come back, my dearest flock!"
I yell with outstretched hands.

And yet, still they run away.
Getting redder as they go.
They were never here to stay.

"No matter", the heavens hear me say.
"Each of us contains a Universe within!
"I will see them there instead, there they will remain."

My voice echoes from the dome.
I am awake, and... not at home.
Yet again, work overpowered me.

…………………………………………………………………………… 

A twist or two of every key.
Doors closed, no lights, leftover tea.
Darkness, come back and claim this house.

Before the Sun comes back around.

I reach my flat, the road was dead.
Just please, God, get me in this bed.
Work waits for me, no matter when.

I must rest, to work again.

You see, these sleepless nights
Will constantly excite,
Despite the mask I keep.

I just. Require. Sleep.