If all nights were like this
I would have achieved the goal
Ten thousand moons ago
I would have conquered the goblins with ease
The clouds moving quicker than the breeze
The moon half-shuttered
The dog's steps barely audible
Through the low grass of all the lawns
Until the night ends
Which it did before the sun rose
When the sirens started, people barking
Dogs yelling for help through all the lanes
And I'm back again where I started
Wondering whether I will sleep at all tonight
Whether I will explore the layers
Or whether day is all there is.
Published by Richard Q
A human being-question chasing after both God and nothingness. The internet is a disaster, but our starlessness might teach us something. I welcome our constant experimenting with ourselves with open arms, for ultimately they are attempts of life at living and growing in life. My dwelling is in Key West, while the dwellings of my loves are Indiana, New Mexico, Texas, Massachusetts and Arizona. These spaces are nothing. Love abides and love embraces.
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Love the Dust 
Your poem is a beautiful exploration of the power of night and the conflict between fear and courage. It’s a conflict we all experience at some point in our lives. I hope that we will eventually find the courage to face the goblins and achieve our goals.
Best wishes ❤️
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Thank you. It means a lot to hear this from you, especially the way you radiate the hope outward to all those with troubled sleep. I hope your days are powerful.
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