Make Sense!

why is it darker
on the nights of salted rain
when the skies are black
and silence cries
for the absence of moon?

“Make sense or make nothing!”
is the pedestrian comment
of a lacking, wandering wind,
barely a dead man’s last breath
slipping past near unnoticed
and so with exuberance nothing is made;
how beautiful in its emptiness

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