Throughout the morning
and during the whole night
Not a creature was stirring
not even a billowing kite
Sentient to certain vibrations
the higher up it climbed
Nor a wooden rocking horse
leaping over a crescent moon
Viewed through wind chimes
could ever escape the view
Again in a merry go round
through the carved horse's
Inlaid eye one facet gleaming
at a time preparing to begin
The same ride as before
all over again once more
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