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When day comes too soon,
far away seems the big blue,
and the sun is igniting your soul.

When night falls too fast,
far away seems the milky way,
and the moon is a burning hole.

When void stagnates,
and nothing is visible,
and nothing is touching,

those days and nights, talk gently
those nights and days, hold tightly
for days and nights, watch closely

Out of the clear sky,
a quick re-entry.

Something is lit.
Everything is felt.
And then it is gone.

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For Robin Williams, for everyone who faced the void and was consumed by it, and for those who still face the void, day or night, night and day.

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