Dawn-bringer, bearer-of-morning-light, his
Cytherean masculinity thirty million miles away
is echoed here
in the undercurrent of doubt,
in the questioning of love,
in what distances you from me...
And this poem could never get nowhere
because neither of us really believe
in that neverending quarrel between good and evil.
Dawn-bringer.
Maybe after all
both sides are bright.
In different light.
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