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Slow, bleak, tired 

My mind tends to wander 

Look up, up! 

Past the stars and yonder 

My mind tends to wander 

Through the dusty fields 

Past the broken views 

I stand there, wind knocked out of me. 

In front of me: his majesty. 

Quickly I bow as not to anger, 

And the king raises his hand to keep order. 

The room falls silent, 

Their eyes are intelligent 

Like those of a raccoon

Their black noses, about twice the size of a gum-ball are on 

Long snouts, a bit longer than a raccoon’s.

Skinny body, built almost cat-like

The stars above 

know our love. 

Written across the seas 

like melodic keys. 

Wind sweeps us away, 

settling secrets with the day. 

Whispers of the night 

To be human is a complex web of 

emotion, of 

trial and error, of 

experience without knowing what lies ahead 

but still turning one's face towards the sun, accepting