in the west it sets at
the end of each day,
morning began long ago
before the sun could shine,
waves of the night
bring darkness forward, l
shadows hide in the
corners of our minds
we vouch for ourselves
without denying...
darkness below
light above, the sun
has left the scene,
we regret our natures
save the moments
we understand that
truth is illusive...
moments crow in our
ears like coaches barking
out orders to players,
night falls to the ground
a curtain closing and
we wonder if the day
will ever return again.
September 15, 2025
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