I didn't stop wondering,
But I stopped worrying.
No more tossing
And no more turning.

The moon of cream,
A pearl of the sea.
I will continue to gleam
Up high in the seam

Of memories and hope
In the black envelope.
Astros and cosmos
Fill the night and elope.

Together, we'll run
Towards the endless sun,
But first we must be one
With the silvery sensation.

First, we must be hurt,
Then we can invert.
Soon we'll have dessert
Of doughy reassert.

So keep the wonderment
And keep the allurement,
And we'll all come as one
In an illusion of accordant.

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