In a city, moon is always so bright.
Street lamps building lights vehicle beams and flickering monitors.
Women light their torches
while men search for the claimed.
Out to the alley they go.
Horses greet with a neigh, goats glimpse back:
"Fools, there is no star close enough to guide you,
there is no answer loud enough to wake you.
What you are looking for was never lost.
Go home now, my child."
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