Cenotaph

The midnight mind roams a midnight path
and surveys the gamut of its glory
be it ever so nice or full of wrath
as hard as stone from the Devil's quarry
which is always useful for crypt and tomb
should you desire lasting epitaphs
or preserve a final nom de plume...
which may elicit lingering laughs
whereby my fans may reliably know
that when poets remain awake at night
they see what the universe has to show,
since darkness betrays all sources of light
and blue diurnal static makes opaque
the boundless beams of a cosmic...
 
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