Some are compelled

Kind of a double-edged sword
The losing of the past
the re-weaving of the future

Dreams we wake from

That speak finality
in not being woken from

In not being sloughed off
by a stretch
by a yawn

Under these stars
many slumber

While some are compelled to howl
at the ceaselessly watching moon

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