To do what it does, insentient rock,
No matter what you choose to do.
When it wanes, think of the Shanameh.
And there it is, daybreak. That hour before
Dawn, a glow in the East, moon still on
The lawn. Every boundary is your own,
Or ours as you invented us, like lids
To keep the dancing daylight in. Stay in.
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