It hides in a forest of keys,  

typing words that sink into my soil.


I'd feed it mushrooms,

If it only showed its face.


Hidden warts

and claws,

behind white light


Blue light.


Light that keeps me awake at night.

As well as words.

Words that must be magic.


To keep me awake,

and working

As eyes shed rain. 

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