The night presses in
like the blackest clay obscuring light
and imagine if this was how it was
forever
if the stars and the moon and the sun
and the planets had gone
and we would know we soon would go also
become nothing
cease to be
and this is how it will unfold
and every night is a preparation
until the blackest clay obscures all
light
and the infinite night begins
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