Day enters the womb of night
Night enters the day
Mornings and the evenings are born
It’s a repeat of the same birth.
Same morning and the same evening
The same day and the same night
It is the same person
The same time one lives in.
The man and the time
And the matters
All are shadows and shades
Of one in millions.
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