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I'm all the restless things that come out in the night, that toss and turn and stay up through the streetlights, flying anxiously like so many eager moths. There are dark clouds covering up the stars tonight but I count them in my head by a memorized chart - Polaris, Sirius, Betelgeuse - all the constellations laid out in front of my eyes, in my eyelids, while I'm lying here not even trying to fall asleep anymore. I'm awake and alive and unable to coax my speeding mind into peace. This is a race of heart against mind and the clock of time, all the things that keep me spinning on my heels throughout the day that don't just go away when the lights go out and the moon goes down. Oh, she wears a brilliant crown of light around her head, a crown of galaxies and glowing bodies of celestial grace. I'll watch you go down framed by the glory of a supernova. Goodnight moon, goodnight.