the night is so still
the house is asleep
the clock ticks in rhythm
with the watch i keep
sleep plucks its strings
time’s standing still
the candlelight sings
with nothing i fill
aimless i drift
where i know myself well
where space is my friend
and my wishing well
but in this great nothing
what could i wish for
knowing completeness
i need nothing more
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