Ambition

Finally,
what was once
an act of god
is now the gentle pull
of the moon.

I feel the satisfaction
of having done all
that could be done
in the day.
Even the hours of leisure
and failure were inevitable.
Before I sleep
against these hours of calm.
I suspect
moments of confession
are hidden in them.
If only I knew
where to find them,
it would make sense
to stay awake
in the night.

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