Again

The brightest dawn Gives way to gloaming dusk, Missing the sun By shielding the moon, Merely glancing at the dark Like strangers Brushing passed On a crowded street; A sidelong glance And then forgotten, As if the sun and moon were somehow interchangeable And not distant cousins From places far and strange.

Yet it matters this line And from which side We approach; The yin of darkness Or the yang of light May look the same Until the brutal flash when one, With this peculiar look of surprise, changes to the other.

The tyranny of expectations leads, Whip hand held high, To such unexpected places; We are nothing Without memory But dry fragile leaves, Yet our past can also build The strongest wall, The highest fence.

The thing about circles As they arc and bend– The distant and Familiar line approaches Where celestial lovers Like ghostly shades Meet and embrace again, And the light and dark merge again, And where we saw two We see one; Again.

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