A series of poems


1. (a)


The moon is dark, the night is weary;
who knows what secrets are within,
the reach of who knows what 
of who is, and where from.

When lights are turned, so is its seeing;
why be switched off when can be otherwise,
switching may not be as hard as
of who is, and where from.

When dawn is the blare;
Let not the smell, trickle, mischief of
showers rain down upon thus again
of who is, and where from.

I am witnessed bothering;
too struck upon the mends, broken weave,
towering upon those mighty lost, let speak
of those wanting excuses throughout.
Of who is, and where is?

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