The FOOL

The light makes me feel hollow; in the dark I feel alive. Yet my existence is as pointless as the nib of an inkless pen.

My joy is in the dark when I embrace light, yet I crave light when I am stranded in the night sky.

I endure toward an endless horizon.

Sunlight spills across everything but my heart.

My heart, enchanted by the moonlight, is unknown to both.

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