A short poem inspired by a personal evening observation..
The two word title is perceiving
Dark nights comes in sweetly
Protecting the six hour evenings
Sitting in a place where you can stare up at the ceiling
Maybe all thoughts, then could have a meaning
The process of the long term memory retrieving
Battles of the short term deceiving
A mental circuit journey proceeding
That was all before the imagination leaned in
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