25 Aug 2009

Night falls, and suddenly I awake, as if from a thousand years slumber.

Night falls, and the rhythm that has been low emerges from the ground.

Night falls, and I can imagine infinity with a single look upward.

Night falls, and I am singular, separate from the crowds under the light.

Night falls, and all the questions seem unanswerable and distant.

Night falls, and it is as if it has been night all along, that day was a dream.

Night falls, and the final hope is still with us, to when death itself will die.

posted by John H. Doe @ 12:01 am

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