The night was too short
in a moon minute everything went on
beneath the fluorescent ceiling
one panel always out in 102
Where was the dark night of the soul
I looked and looked finding that reflection
the wavy glass contained a stranger and when
I looked past her and on into the trees
a small forest with Shasta daisies
About those eyes almost closed
dust around each corner
There was an answer to my life somewhere
under the carpeted stairs between pages
of the math lounge and library
there in the obscure formulas
with such dreamy names
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