The
nighttime
.
s
k
y
.
opens
.
i
t
s
.
eyes . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
The
nighttime
.
s
k
y
.
opens
.
i
t
s
.
eyes . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
t
o
–
–
–
dream
desires
.
a
n
d
.
sweet
delights . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
it
.
w
i
l
l
.
only
.
b
e
.
a
.
little
while . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ it
.
w
i
l
l
.
only
.
b
e
.
a
.
little
while . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
before
this,
.
a
n
d
.
all,
.
a
n
d
.
everything,
–
–
comes
alive . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ before
everything
.
comes
alive
.
tonight . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ reaching
far,
.
a
n
d
.
wide,
.
a
n
d
.
deep,
.
a
n
d
.
high . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ reaching
far,
.
a
n
d
.
wide,
.
a
n
d
.
deep,
.
a
n
d
.
high . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
pouring
.
a
.
fine,
–
–
divine
wine
.
o
f
.
starshine
.
a
l
l
.
across
.
t
h
e
.
twilight . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
by,
.
a
n
d
.
by,
.
a
n
d
.
by . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ dream
desires
.
a
n
d
.
sweet
delights
–
–
racing
’round
.
a
n
d
.
’round . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
side
.
b
y
.
side . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
moment
.
b
y
.
moment . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
mile
.
b
y
.
mile . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
There
.
c
a
n
.
never
.
b
e
.
enough . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ no,
there
.
c
a
n
.
never
.
b
e
.
enough . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
because
.
dream
desires
.
a
n
d
.
sweet
delights
.
never
.
g
o
.
out
.
o
f
.
style . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ no,
.
t
h
e
y
.
never
.
g
o
.
out
.
o
f
.
style . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ calling
.
a
l
l
.
night,
–
–
every
night . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
again,
.
a
n
d
.
again,
.
a
n
d
.
again,
.
a
n
d
.
again,
.
a
n
d
.
again . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ every
moment
.
racing
against
.
t
h
e
.
haze,
.
o
f
.
a
.
haze,
.
o
f
.
a
.
haze . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ racing
against
.
t
h
e
.
haze,
.
o
f
.
a
.
haze,
.
o
f
.
a
.
haze . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
i
n
–
–
–
the
vague
.
rush
.
o
f
.
speedways,
–
–
chasing
.
t
h
e
.
faraways . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ chasing
.
t
h
e
.
faraways
.
t
h
a
t
.
still
remain . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
They
collect
.
t
h
e
.
days,
.
u
p
o
n
.
days,
.
u
p
o
n
.
days . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
o
f
–
–
–
yesterdays . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ yesterdays
.
w
h
i
c
h
.
yearn
.
a
n
d
.
merge
.
i
n
t
o
.
the
burn
.
o
f
.
the
urge . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ they
merge
.
i
n
t
o
.
the
burn
.
o
f
.
the
urge . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
blur . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
The
nighttime
.
s
k
y
.
opens
.
i
t
s
.
eyes . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
The
nighttime
.
s
k
y
.
opens
.
i
t
s
.
eyes . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
The
nighttime
.
s
k
y
.
opens
.
i
t
s
.
eyes . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
t
o
–
–
–
dream
desires
.
a
n
d
.
sweet
delights . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
time,
–
–
after
time,
–
–
after
time . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
mile,
–
–
after
mile,
–
–
after
mile . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
collecting
.
t
h
e
.
days,
.
u
p
o
n
.
days,
.
u
p
o
n
.
days . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
o
f
–
–
–
yesterdays
.
w
h
i
c
h
.
yearn
.
a
n
d
.
merge
.
i
n
t
o
.
the
burn . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ they
merge
.
i
n
t
o
.
the
burn
.
o
f
.
the
urge . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
blur.
Reflection: This was a personal struggle-themed poem that I wrote back in October of 2020 where the affected party becomes addicted to the whirlwind excesses of the disco age – and the days and nights get consumed into a blur. I played the songs “Boogie Nights” by Heatwave and “Love to Love You, Baby” by Donna Summer in the background to create the “moodset” for the poem. If you listen to these songs at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it. I first drafted an initial poem to the Donna Summer song, drafted a separate poem to the Heatwave song, and then merged the two poems together playing the Heatwave song for the remainder of the process.