sometimes there comes a night

who loathes dawn’s early light

swollen thick with soggy dreaming

it wrestles the sun’s cruel beaming

for its life


sometimes there comes a day

who charges straight into the fray

you fight to reclaim meaning

but your dreams are reconvening

someplace else


while dark so longs for longer

blurry visions grow much stronger

and as you watch your dreams diffuse

you see how daylight hates to lose



What do you think?

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