(S)cry

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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