Here

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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