day blends with night blends with day, to something approximating danighay, or something Suessian. when sleep blinks, and goes away, and morning comes too soon, or is it night that comes too soon, and days or evenings that are too short, where 24 hours never seems enough, or too much, or more like 37 or 15. it is when not even sunlight or the orange glow of chicago in the evening is enough to reset circadian rhythms, or guesses at biological clocks and pineal glands, third eyes, blind, and before you know it, the year is over, a new year begins, and another year ends. soooo much, so quickly, too quickly, and gone long too soon.