Undercover

What brings me here?

I count each wave inside
the sea (from east to west)
trace maps of star
that point beyond

infinity (without assurance)

for this, I suffer?

Night, hoard your secrets,
Moon, conceal your dreams

and Sky release
your sentient treasures;

I will remain untutored
(a rube) and learn,

quietly to
outshine you.

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