As day and dark on time alight
as ocean waves godsend,
all surfaces, matt, gloss, black, bright
into each other trend.
Of course no course sates appetite
coarse, fine, late, early tend
to mock man's refrained recourse quite
around tomorrow's bend.
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Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.