at the end of the day
we give in
sensing the coming of
darkness
we settle
for what is given
deep into the middle
of the night
we are taken into
the secret homes
of our dreams
there we are helpless
there we are
nothing
we realize we are but
flashes of light
more like the
flickers of the stars
in such a vast space
of emptiness
& perfect silence
to comfort us
when we wake up
a bright morning
gives more
offers
on the sea
some boats some seagulls
on the shore
some fish
newly caught
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