Can dawn and dusk be friends; a continuum; two millipedes, entwined like lovers, caught forever in an embrace, and not be
two opposite poles
of a day,
what is the difference between them
anyway?
One east and one west?
One birth and one death?
Did not Buddha say
opposites are
one and the same,
two sides
of a single frame.
And yet, I suffer
cradling the notion -
one a beginning,
the other, an end.
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