the sun hides,
fulfilling its evening ritual
as it appears on the other side;
days entertwined with nights
a solemn celestial movement
the sun appears...
a restless individual forfeits sleep
to see the reality of their dreams
manifest itself so boldly;
the two sides never fully meet
yet they share poetic nuances
constantly waging their superiority
over their sworn enemy;
chills run down the spines of
the observers who stand
shoulder-to-shoulder in their differences
and in their locations while
they observe the predictable encroachment
of the darkness... or, of the light;
subtle reminders of time
and of its constant passing
or, of a new opportunity set forth
in the blink of an eye,
acknowledging that which is never
understood but is always
accepted as a reliable truth.
26Sept21
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