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The day, it knows not what it will do,
For shine is only one of a myriad it can exude;
But night, oh the joy of repetitious experience,
The beauty of it only changing by shades.

Day, using cones, creates a brilliance
That night can only dream,
For shapes are but the only thing night allows.

But what shapes can day allow that night cannot.
Is light that much more than dark?
Both creating a blinding mystery
The eyes too weak to perceive.

Humans alike sense the distinct aura
That ten thousand candles hide
Just beneath the veil of a harrowing light.

Just the same can hide
Under the darkness of night.



-ZJR