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Sunshine colours do fade away
as night surely follows each day.
Warming shadows paint the night
as cool blue light takes o’er our sight.
Icy blue by light of moon,
as steel pervades an endless night.
What is black and what is white, it’s too soon
as faking colours inveigle our sight.
Is light the illusion, or is it us
as we traverse an alien land
Created by no slight of hand or truss
but death of Helios by night’s hand.
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