dusk

by mandaceehb

Maybe it is in the indeterminate boundary at dusk

between the dying gleams and the newborn darkness

partitioning the sky into two opposing bodies of the same entity

that our skins are cast in light and shadow

In duality when we have everything to gain and nothing to lose that we

morph into the beings we were truly meant to be

We lie between the last crack of light and the first crack of darkness

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