The moon, full, hangs

Languid with Crux

Silent above the dark city

I am filled with a restlessness

My soul churning

My blood alive

The pressure of tomorrow

With its demands and requirements

Bare down with each passing moment

I, though, rage with life

Unable to rest my mind

Unwilling to quiet my thoughts

Under the lunar light

My soul is alive

Tomorrow be damned. 

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