the darkness creeps,
inevitable and persistent,
conquering remnants of the day,
light is caught,
then taken,
the hum ceases,
while the silence explodes
all that is,
victims to ritual,
succumbing,
to ignorance, to fear,
killing doubt
a paradox,
seeking restoration
in baubles, and promises,
causing pain, anguish
trapped in, by
existence.
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