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We Explore Our Island

Without the Night,

Many days had been hellishly humid and hot.

Everyone loudly soluted what was to be the rising moon-now secretly vanished from sight on high.

Taking with it all the beauty there was to see of blazing comets and shooting stars

that no longer decorated a now absent, but still longed for. . .

twinkling Night sky.

The lack of air time and cancellation of the most watched reality show,

“Waxing and Waning Nights”, twisted all laws of our modern day science,

Making Lunar phases a thing of myth-quickly replaced with some other brightly dull surreal sky;

Pointing out the absence of the brightest star of all. . .

the Sun.

I heard daybreak approaching,

Sneaking by in the quiet intervals of time

while our Lost Boys armored up. . .

to greet their slumber in battle.

It was all so simply plain:

The Fate of our Nature and Destiny for our Culture.

We were marooned, trapped-

Living this never ending Day. . .

Only to vividly remember the lost Night.

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Comments

nightmare. I felt the sickening, never-ending horror of it all. I particularly liked the television show reference. I am not a fan of the ellipsis but to each his or her own. I found the poem hits its mark. Reminded me of the horrible hours of insomnia before tv shows were on at all hours, when there was just the snowy screen.

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