Twenty-Seven Syllables

This is crepuscular diatribe
In quotidian confrontation
Meaning I’m scared of the coming night

 

(three lines of nine for no particular reason; maybe because I was born on the twenty-seventh day of the month; maybe because I want to try out the dictionary word-of-the-day; maybe because sometimes encroaching night puts me off—sometimes encroaching dawn as well)

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