Gift

The day weeps dusk

I squint against the radiant imminence of nightfall

I fill my reservoir with half-light

I dilate

What gifts from falling shadows?

My slate has been blank for a fortnight and more

I run ragged the night
Shaking echoes from their slumber.

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