mornings live on the outskirts of darkness
just out of reach until called upon,
moving rapidly to intervene with us...
nightfall lives inside the town squares
of our minds. surreptitiously waiting
for us to drift into slumber once again...
both are joined and disjoined
as if destined to be Siamese twins
living on the horizons of thoughts...
light cannot exist without darkness
true is the reverse as well
not knowing which to rely on more...
destiny is the bastard child of planning
of which we do little, preferring to live
like those addicted - one day at a time...
normalcy invades our thoughts when
reaching for hope on the top shelf,
few can do so unassisted - small stools
no longer manufactured in the South.
we curse the brevity of life
praise those who believe falsely
condemn everyone who is different
believing darkness hides our souls.
June 17, 2025
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