The light of day passes behind,
or night moon arrives in front.
Both the same too in exact moments,
for someone else, somewhere,
being observed.
Heading for morning or evening,
leaving, arriving, refracting,
the seconds between spaces
and the moments in moments.
Where are you now? less and as much
as you were. Only this act lets my
mind run through you.
To be left as unsaid now, all that I
could not know then.
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