Night is here

It’s always here

I chase it down

I eat its fear 

though it warns me

death is near

I take it in and

make it my peer

I wrestle hard

till things are clear

and day comes out

from under its rear

I catch that too

a fish in a weir

all tangled up

in fishing gear

then in its eye

I see the seer 

in darkness asking

isn’t it queer?

in morning wanting

to shed a tear

summoning, banishing

all that is drear

to left and right

I swerve and veer

my tiniest atom

vast and nuclear

my cheapest thought

so utterly dear

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