Unweighted
Midlife Night's CrisisVices into Black
Turning back the whisper words
Reveal the feeling,
fleeting, sweetened
You remember yesteryear
The days have long and gone away
The hours of long away and gone
But longing to stay astray
Just the same and anyway
Allah guides and justly whom he will
Just whom he wills and fills to see
And yours is choice if only none
Sun, moon, and stars allayed
Lay siege to former fortress face
Facing pages through the pain
All of worldly passions past
grasping all of that, outlast, remain
Do not mourn the passing
Of the other that it was
Rejoice the the storming of the morning,
Lord of dawn, the firm informer
Bandages the bloodied thief
You are newly won again
Every turn to infinite
Every failure finding focus
Doubles back to trace the fate
Forward now.
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