I change, I am not constant
Every day I change objects
Hoping not to be outdated.

If the night arise, I lit
A cloak of light to fight,
And quench the growing night.

When the cock decides to crow
With stars and moon I crawl
Into the otherside that brawl…

Creeping with reptiles of mine
My complicity shines,
Guilty of a creative mind.

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