Sometimes it is hard to know,
which is dusk and which is dawn.
For was the day a mere eclipse,
careening into the blackness
of unending night?
...Or is night but an eye-blink,
waiting for the light to come,
first in trickles,
and then in torrents?
Sometimes it is hard to know,
which is dusk and which is dawn.
which is dusk and which is dawn.
For was the day a mere eclipse,
careening into the blackness
of unending night?
...Or is night but an eye-blink,
waiting for the light to come,
first in trickles,
and then in torrents?
Sometimes it is hard to know,
which is dusk and which is dawn.
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