Twelve Hours for Each
Darkness is once more, interrupted. Shadows recede into the cool mud below.
Swollen with knowledge gained from their observations above ground.
Daylight burns bridges. Hours setting limits.
Mankind awakens. No longer bewitched. Nor between
Color slowly replacing, a charcoal canvas called night.
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