no night is as dark as
these days have become
the specter to feed
hovering over the world
and leaves us with the choice
to endure it or exit
or find a hole deep enough
for us not to notice
the dark from the
dark
so that we may never
believe
all this is but a bit of a dream
and if we pretend sleep
we might also pretend
we might wake again into the light
no dark of night
casts such a shadow over our lives
the eclipse that has
no end
but continues on
as if the sun has ceased to exist
and we with it
what world can
maintain itself
without the sight of
illumination
without inspiration
without love
and how does one seek
out light
when we cease to recall its presence
what it looks like
whether we walk in dark
or with our eyes
closed firmly shut
no sense of beauty anywhere
so it has become so
distant
as if we can't even
recall it
with memory
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