this dark-proud night doesn't fall, its partner light
leaves. i did fall, falling into a night
that was hidden. i fell, and i'm falling
toward a too shy infallibility. the failing
light is where sleep loves, but love can't sleep,
not when there's night to break, and light's promise to keep.
1 comment:
Balancing work and these excursions are a real pain...I like how consistently you manage to do it Francis..It like a two piece pie..somehow one tastes bitter without the other half...when we really want only one of them to..desperately if i may add...
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