Equinox
By Yoon Ha Lee
14 March 2005
The word itself
acknowledges the tilted
balance, the
fundamental
inequality. The shapes
that move at night
outweigh the day's
clean lines and
angles; the figments
feasting on our
dreams surface
when the sun's arc
hangs suspended,
waiting, dividing
the hours into
two mismatched
halves.
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