Cancer

Shoulders broad,  wide
the weight rest. 
more is piled on. because
there is more room.

the night guarantees the dawn. 

but the night is where it happened. 
between the finish and the start
and in that order

when they are not watching.
more weight. 
craving the load.
hating the heaviness. 

knowing  the sun is there. 
The brightness of the moon insures its distance

the hours
the hours 11, 12, then 1 again

lucky enough to not know.
to not know the dawn by name
but only as day

but that is where it started 
that is where the end started, 
that day, that day before
the end

the cancer has told a story.
it told the worst story, one with out an end

the finish nor the start separate themselves. 
only the hours in-between.  
11, 12 then 1 again 

heaviness accumulates.
shoulders broad, wide 

to stare at the sun light. 
rather its reflection in the moon, 

to understand light,
to not be blinded by it, 
that is night.
that is the end……….just before the beginning……and in that order

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