Humanity is so positioned on the scale
That it receives the glory of a night
And of a day with willful precision
Something clearly coherent at work
Especially where they coalesce
The mythic light and the sacred darkness
If you picture them as the actual beings
We know them to be the last
Reflections of a pair
Of brothers or sisters
Who go their separate ways
With their knives at twilight
And their kisses at dawn
How long can this go on
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