It's four in the morning, having lost so much sleep.
Time to take some more away from the earth,
What clumps and rolls on nothingness,
That is covered in meridians and datelines
To give me this very day, shifted in phase.
We make levelers for stability,
But all that is to be done is point.
Give a direction with a purpose that's viable,
Because this kind of something
Isn't consciously justifiable.
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