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I know

the sun doesn't leave,

it merely hides.

And the divides

between its arrivals

are the same

approximately,

each time.

So then why...

Why does this 

absence of shine

feel like 

double the last,

and so on?

An exponential

soulstice

bolstered, lengthened

by memories.

Shall I go on?

The day absconds

with the light:

an eyelid closing.

But I know

it's just a long wink.