Clouds return the sky
to a million mirrors
and turn the sunset
into dawn

Startling the glass
and asking if I
really want the moon
to dim my dreams
into darkness

Where I either pause
on a sliver of applause
or scurry to the roar
of a full house

Where I could never capture
the laughter of this sham

As it beckons another day
before bowing to twilight

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