The night’s sky grasped for it’s clusters,
twinkling, twilight orbs of scattering specks,
vast in the vacancies of heaven’s vault.
Azure hues aching for their slumber yawn,
sleepily, searching blankets of dark dimmers,
but lamposts in luminance halt their sopor.
Impratical stratuses stretch in want of ambience,
iniquitously, inserting chromas of contrasted contours,
disturbances dotting in dashes satiate the void.
In ticking times made for catching winks,
exasperated, earth’s young of stridden streets,
batter on bewildered in brightness of night.
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