In darkness
without the the
so it encapsulates
whole
there waits
patiently
souls who avoid
sunbeams
I listen to them
as much as those
afloat in light
most are unaware
both demon and angel
occupy a space
on each shoulder
cold water summoning
hot hands stinging
duality
the way of nature
where there are voids
portals also await
clean smears from glass
and step through
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