Restless Coast

Sleep comes in fits

Hours flit by like moths at the window

I gather my thoughts

Spell them out in lights

Similar allure

Eyes from the unknown

Often lost

Denizens of night

Drawn to beacons

These towers of the mind

Souls caught on the wind

At my window, they arrive

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