when i go out and play under the sun
like a child i run and not minding if i fall
i always know how to stand back
and hold myself within a frame of bones
sometimes without restraint i force
myself upon the fingers of light and warmth
and then when it is over when darkness begins
to claim its rightful share i too know how to surrender
i go back from where i come from and take shelter
on a roof and close my door and windows
i am back in my little nook taking some sleep
always remembering the good old days of sun
the summer in my mind the darkness and coldness
within i keep them all and they all become a part
of me. For i am both darkness and light, both
child and man, both evil and good, both sun and moon.
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