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The rising setting sun
Spins indifference to days not lived
Beginnings are endings and endings the beginning.
Is the dawn or darkness the beginning or the end...or both?
...and does it  or will it really matter?
I'm not sure I want to know...

Where to next my love?
The journey that began before our time...
The hope of meaning before the sunset,
Of light before the dawn,
Of peace before the dark.
And does knowing really matter?
I'm not sure I want to know.

It is so much slower now,
To capture light before the dusk,
Yet time is shorter between the rising and setting,
Coming often without warning
As if to mock my effort.
Is indifference my only answer?
I'm not sure I want to know.

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