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Far enough into night and any light's a cave
Scooped out of shadow solider than stone.
Deep enough in the dark and any breath's a wave
Sliding in from afar with the message you're all alone.
Why do we love it anyway, we who do?
Does it fit the relevant facts where day cannot?
How you'll run out of time, out of love, out of hope, out of you
Soon enough, into so many walls, be amazed, be caught.
Whereas days have you thinking there's anywhere you can go,
There's any number of times you can make the trip.
Each supplants each so cheerfully, as though
Your having not done squat was a one-time slip.
Tomorrow we'll meet at noon in the park downtown;
The shadows that linger will slide into hiding or drown.