while standing in the corner
one arm draped over the back of a chair
or sprawled across the midnight sky
even the sun sleeps
when grass finds a way out
hustling inbetween baited breaths
while formulating new hypothesis
even the sun sleeps
wherever books are sold
the ones you read off the page
scrawled down with invisible ink
there, even there, the sun sleeps

not under moonlight
(or sonata melody)
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