in those not-quite-morning moments night struggles strongholds with heavy moondawn finally...silently...slipping past and under to lay dark velvet against another sky and the pinkorange break slivers gain purchase...grow and meld into dawn taking victory slowly and graciously so as not to gloat...tomorrow another test in those not-quite-day, not-still-night moments as phoenix and anubis dare each other to blink as my soul gathers once again inside my flesh deciding deciding deciding phoenix or anubis - who will triumph and gain the spoils the victor now responsible the other to wait... in those pinkorange moments when dawn creases the sky round moon now round sun i rise.