This sky I think
is slowly getting
brighter
Most people think that means
it’s slowly getting better
How they long to break the night
Disrespect it from its fall
to its retirement at dawn
Crack it open
with lamps
Turn it away
and into day
Well
not for me
the day
but also not for me
the full blanket of dark
Fall with me into the in between
and you shall know so much
of both night and day
you shall never choose one over the other again
Dark Matter 
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