Even the moon sometimes fails to rise
I tried. I woke each day in anticipation
And searched and searched
And thought I was a seeker
Now I stand here calm in the night
And my heart is a patient lagoon
And my hands are comfortless trees
Look:
The tigress sleeping in the cave
Fails to wake the self
And sleeps
And sleeps
And goes right on sleeping
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