It is hard to speak
\nat dusk.
\nDay takes something
\nof myself away.
\nThere is a strange darkness
\nin the candlelight,
\nmy unused remains.<\/p>\n
Only sleep puts me
\ntogether again.
\nIt is planetary destiny,
\nday and night.
\nOne is not the other.
\nIn time\u2019s geometry
\nwe are split in two.
\nDream sleep is not daytime bright.
\nWhich one am I
\nis never quite decided.
\nWhen I die
\nwhich one hurts more?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It is hard to speak at dusk. Day takes something of myself away. There is a strange darkness in the candlelight, my unused remains. Only…<\/p>\n