A fair blink of the Cosmos.
The duality as any struggle
is equal today.
Tomorrow darkness
conquers more each day
the bright benovolent King,
for this one time to some midnight,
Nobody's losing.
Or winning.
All potential to resolve,
to present, not represent
to separate for teeth a Stonehenge
from all we take
for granite,
to shred from veils
Truth from husks of words,
save whales.
Nox not Nox, balanced
seesaw midair love.
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