The Watching

the watching
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I'm not interested in the night, not in the least.
I'm turning my back to it and don't even try to remember
because I forget it not bothering to have memorized
Standing on the hill with an unplugged highway I'm waiting for a sign
that is not,  have never,  and why on Earth should ever
exist
With a heart dashing to explode
      Why!
      It shall never know
      I want to know
      It has to go
      Breeze might be low
                blow
      Die

In the very dusk I see no sign of the night
So, please, calm those in love I'll keep it, the sunset, for you
'Cause the dark is nothing and hardly's anything must be close

to anyone
And the mild subtle breathing is mine now to linger through
                As the heart longs for a light
      Unknown!
      Who'll land a hand
      Plenty that stand
      Horizon of land
      We could've been planned
                damned
      Blown
been watching not for the last time