Every evening
Does exactly that
As darkness overtakes light
The bitter compliments the sweet
And bitter indeed
Is the water of the styx
For in each pale evening
We take a sip

Even in the light
We cannot tell
If it is half full
Or half empty
Perfectly even
Just as we are
Slowly gorging on the dark
Or slowly seeping empty
Every evening
-Galwyn

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