Hanging limp in the night sky
Eyes closed, deep breaths, inhaling lungfuls of stardust
The dust of dreams unborn and unrealized
Torn between the sun and moon
I'll return soon
But there's no rush
Because I'd rather stay between night and day
Where equilibrium reigns benevolently
Between yes and no so I never have to decide
Content with limbo, straddling the fence, legs on either side
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