Crepescular
As the night displaces day,
and the waking world comes home to roost,
for a brief time,
both worlds reign.
The residents of dusk perk their ears,
sniff the air,
and tighten their laces.
They confidently stride the paths,
that night and day
tread with uneasy gait.
Between times,
between worlds,
seeing truth in the darkness,
eyes reflecting the fading glow of the setting sun.
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