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In the night everyting disappears into packs
Day is where the dichotomy of light and dark reigns, but night takes the trip inside itself whispering and unushered
A continual offer of bewilderment
This is a night where the invisible cannot cease to be sensed and being at first shadow then part-sound this invisible
starts over starts over starts over
A night of enhanced light
A night that oscillates, tempting its inhabitants to take associative leaps
A nocturnal ellipsis fending off day, its words and de-fusions
Dawn is an agony of dark light understood as time re-imposing itself, a cyclical gridlock of geometry