If the chance is small, 
all hope, still more 
for neon moons in heaven 
rising electric blue 
other evening sunsets 
never seen before 
falling colored new 
where only starlight 
does against remain 
a drop back black 
and deep the same 
the faces and voices 
what was then shadows 
places day has forgotten, 
to night forever dark 
spirit of once reignite, 
perfectly remembered light 
be the coming dawn 
making new reality 
waking to dream 
again improbably 
of jumping off edges 
stepping into sky 
running through air 
wishing to fly

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