Midnight Sun

Like clockwork

Out comes the midnight Sun

Amongst the galaxies

Ships floating 

Like fish in the sea.

 

Girls dancing

None belonging

Be my tribe, I’ll scribe

But drifting 

endlessly.

  

Speeding craft

Causes alarm

But just for show,

Boat causing waves,

Circles in the water.

 
Pop goes the music.

  

And like clockwork,

Out comes the Midnight Sun

like my totem 

On the run.

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