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Sometimes the night is as dark
As a distant lighthouse
Whose skeletal structure
Misplaced the membrane of its own signal

And whose elevation
Attempts to survive the structure of its creation
Reaching out into to the depths of a cloud-covered space

Where stars call out
To be aware of the impending disaster
Of falling back to earth

And whose reflective light
Endeavors to rekindle a beacon of hope

And refuses to deny the possible blueprints
Formed by the partitions
Separating the stillness of brilliance
From the motion of numbness

As the heights of brazen experience
Control the fears
Hovering over the waves surrounded by indifference

And frees itself from the ridicule of skeptical responses
Cheering from the canyons below

For the need to create continues to flourish
And moves beyond the shadows of doubt
And manifests as the credibility of altitudinous design