Arriving at the far end of the day
the passengers who had not stepped from the train
composed their books and closed their eyes
and sighed: we have arrived.

as quickly as our sight is shuttered
the blank horizon of the mind is lit
as though a sky inside, through sudden sunset
brightens with those quiet constellations
that seed the canopy of inner night

We survived the challenges of day
– those who, lost in thought, collided
– or, lost in fear or sickness, were derailed
and reassure ourselves that we were right
in all we did: we have arrived.

one star inside for every star in sight
reflected in the mirror of Innernight
the watcher’s heart as empty, as complete
as stories told to understand the sky
that never leave the surface of the mind

Right your tie; brush the sleep from dozing eyes
smooth wrinkles from the suit you wear
and reconstruct the trust you clutched then lost
douse your doubts! stand up straight!
and march! because we have arrived.

a little silence: maestro, please?
a loving music plays beneath the noise
that anyone who cares to learn its lines
might listen any time they close their eyes
to favor Innernight for outer sighs

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