Before sleep, sometimes I toss on a coat, grab my MP3 player, and sit out on the balcony for a while. I stare at the silhouettes of trees and watch the lights click off in the campus building next to mine, as engineering students shake the last drops of coffee from their cups.
The branches are beautiful against the sky.
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(Beyond many a weary league
Where dimming light gives birth to evening stars)
At the treelines of distant, devouring woods
Await my demons, embodying this longing
How beautiful is that?
I hope the rest of the world finds a way to sleep this soundly.
