Solstice

The Chaos of Society's Night

   Disturbs the Peace of Winter Mornings

The Celebrations of the Grandest Nothings

   Could never Bow to the Beautiful Silence.

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And Here, is where I do the Work

   That in itself, is awfully Quiet—

But Here is where I speak the Loudest

   With last night's tired, cracking Voice.

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All their Laughter, and Stories Grand

   Keep my attention, to a Point—

The Pretty Face—the Conversations—

   All have an Ugly, determined End.

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See me—hear me—cries for Help—

   I listen—observe—emit Responses—

But no one hears, the Quiet Enigma

   So here it is—deciphered.

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Age is Lost among the Noise—

   Timeless Battles we cannot Win

We Find Ourselves Alone—Indefinite—

   Are the Answers in The End.

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One Big Question rules them All—

   How much is the Potential Worth?—

How much Time should I Devote

   To this Eternally spinning Ball of Dirt?

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The Shortest Day has finally Arrived—

   Less time to Dwell on things Unknown—

More Time to Spend—with the Coldness of Night—

   Its Noise, its Lights, & Blood-red Lipstick. 

                  Trail of Ashes

It left its Mark,—a Shallow Scar—

   As a flash that leaves our Vision spotted—

A Song still Trapped inside our minds—

   The smoke that Clings to Last Night's Clothes.

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When Time Arrives, we notice the Crime*

   Of invisible Hands stealing from us

And in the Place of what was Taken

   We are given, Nothing.

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Memory, they say, is the Gift of Time—

   But what of Now?—as we Remember?—

What could Become of this Moment,

   If Time did not steal it as well?—

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Its Gracious Gift, now unrecognizable—

   A Face once known, just as our Own—

A Voice now faint, and quickly receding

   Away from all that we've been Given—

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For who knows Magic like no other?

   Than Levitating Minds alone?—

Than Poems and Songs of the Cosmic Dream?—

   Than the dire Moments of Love and Bliss?—

                            ~

...I've spanned a continent with a single Blink:

   A Spark of Darkness—Brief Eternity—

Where laws are broken and there is no Ground

   To keep us from sinking In...

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The exhaled Atmosphere of a sigh

   Shoots Life through the barren, Silent Land—

Forgotten by the Worlds around us,

   But known, via Echoes of Time.

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Our Place remains a distant memory

   Caught in the Tangles of ill perception—

Struggling to grasp the Passing Glance

   Of Times's Fiery Escape.

  

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