twas
twasn't
twas the night
screeched the day.
twas the day
screeched the night
ambivalence from the trees
with the crows perched within
surprise from the glades who so recently
sang the praises of both from it's dankness and sweat
eargerly rancid time groped for a foothold upon either party
angerly the juxtapositioned entities spoke and raked the other against the
near imperceptible clawing
of the abyss, and all of
her waxing tendrils
be of a mind
be sound
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