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I've recently taken some time off for soul-searching and my soul tells me to bore you nice people with a bit of my poetry. so here goes: There is no need to fear the wild things of night, they are travelers ever preying upon the West, as day climbs the sky slowly,deliberately chasing away the blanketed stars. it is a struggle for survival, a never-ending war that breeds weary soldiers and a repetition that never is quite the same. Day and night are honest nouns, it is the state of dusk and dawn that should worry you, that moment of grey between the dark and light-the uneasy transition. i could not be made to choose between the promise of today and the peace of tonight, so i stretch my arms to the skies embracing them in an attempt to snare a star carelessly, but i am lost in the in-between. the stars are the greatest poets i've ever known, as music flows through the holes hope poked out of the sky to pour out blinding grace in precious increments so that we can better understand the light and not be swallowed by the day. i lower my arms to my sides, but one hand feels heavy with its burden, i open and morning sits upon my palm...