Night is testing,
Life- arresting,
Darkness besting,
For forever resting, lesting, lesting one's unnesting.

Now left guessing,
His past, now tressing,
Wishing for dressing, yes- dressing, upon reassessing.

His is still passing,
Still though- he's glassing;
Mourning a missed chance, the untaken still amassing;
Biasing his attention, he notices not the repassing.

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