alone in a dark room

on this cold cloudy twilight

on the day before this cosmically

posited winter reveals the so-called future


I let the early night soothe me

when I'm done typing this out

I'll turn out all the lights in this apartment

and sink into stillness and silence


and even if I manage to fully forget myself

even if that peace lasts mere seconds by a clock's reckoning

it will still be me fully lost to myself and so more truly me

than I've been in longer than I can recall


let the peace be...let Life come

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