Daylight creeps up on us
like an eagerly anticipated break
but before we can truly embrace it,
nights dark creeps up on us
like a heavily dreaded slog.
The day not only offers
the prospects of a fresh slate
to tackle lazily, but also closure
to the scribbles of the night
which seem hurried and hideous.
The night not only offers
closure to my idle bliss
but also a fresh slate
for me to put my dirty prints on
in the blind of the dark.
Daylight creeps up on us
like an eagerly anticipated break
but before we can truly embrace it,
nights dark creeps up on us
like a heavily dreaded slog.
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