There’s something in the wind, tonight,
And, on the dewy lawn,
A pair of stripeless tigers fight
To see who’ll greet the dawn.

A mirror’s floating on a lake,
And both reflect the stars
And, in the moon’s translucent wake,
Ride Jupiter and Mars.

A candle’s burning on the grave
Of all that’s good and dear,
While Castor and his brother rave,
“Well, what do you want here?”

But I am neither here nor there;
Like consciousness, I’m everywhere.

Photo by Ales Krivec on Unsplash

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