dipping below horizons
at certain moments
shakes me
whether blazing and indifferent
or welcomed
drops me to my knees
with its last shafts
that bleed the sky
and earth
making me face
the illusion of darkness
that stills my soul and owns all space
reduces me to tears
except in moments when i realize
that day depends on night
the way that dreams depend on waking.
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