My Mid-Night Kite

How will I fly
my kite
whooshing in the darkness of this mid night
All illusory power, have
taken a murkey look
Neither is gives inking
about its thunder, nor rumbles
about the wherewithal of an empty space
I am stranded between the two ends –
Who holds the string between my fingers, and
for whom am I turning the thread wheel

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