#review#poetry#loftymuse Goodnight Goodnight chickens Goodnight numbers I'll count you all again In the morning And if it was any wonder of yours It was mine too Still I chose to slumber To find my rest No pillow No breast Only solitude to console me And so And so again I would go A far away place Not in space Or time Though it helps To be alone Like the ones who So desperately crave To be alone But first To find someone To be alone with This search that drives So many around the bend It must be like the Truth To know anything at all You must begin by forgetting Everything So everything can find you In the End
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