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Darkness gathers
collecting in the corner
seeping like black tea
through a strainer
it fills the room.

Night ink
saturates the pallor of the day
Eyelids gritty
reflexes slowed.
The mind,
restless and aggressive
not to be stilled.
now liberated.
the scent of adventure

Doors inward,
no guarantee of safe passage.
Searching the horizon.
eluding rest
minutes pass, stacking precisely
until the sun spills in.

To interface, integrate,
Moments are years
when waiting
The night belongs to no one
she will not be tamed.

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