Wake me up when the light has gone and the moon comes out to play,
When the frosted sky flickers into nigh' and there's naught left of the day.
Wake me up when the sparrow's call turns into the raven's cry,
When the face of earth shatters into dust and infuses with the sky.
Wake me up when the ocean bed comes alive in waking fire,
When the world is ink, melting at a touch, cracking into cold desire.
Wake me up when the heaven's light, now, fragmenting, into glass,
Static in the air, blurring everywhere, filters through the night hue grass.
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