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                   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.

                        ~

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.

                        ~

All their Laughter, and Stories Grand

   Keep my attention, to a Point—

The Pretty Face—the Conversations—

   All have an Ugly, determined End.

                        ~

See me—hear me—cries for Help—

   I listen—observe—emit Responses—

But no one hears, the Quiet Enigma

   So here it is—deciphered.

                        ~

Age is Lost among the Noise—

   Timeless Battles we cannot Win

We Find Ourselves Alone—Indefinite—

   Are the Answers in The End.

                        ~

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?

                        ~

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.