Lights Out

Darkness left a scar
upon a wounded sunrise.
The sky covered in sepia;
the earth shaded with yellow and brown.

We cannot see the miracle.

Fatigue within the ocean
prevents a rising tide.
The fluid motion stops flowing;
the loss of depth from absent rain.

We cannot feel the moment.


Sensory acuity damaged;
flexibility succumbs to rigor mortis.
We lie down without our hopes;
Listening to the silence,
after the lights are out.

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