The last drop of night
Falls from my roof each morning
I should be so lucky to see it
Just like me it’s building a new body
Accumulating what evaporates
Into a new night
Where the real growth
Makes itself felt
A plea is sent out from a list
Of pre-existing pre-conditions
By themselves laid down
Slowly a drop is formed
That sooner or later must fall
Into and out of the light
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