the bright morning
no longer invites
every TV show
is a rerun
books that screamed
now murmur
even the body
speaks in the past tense
now becomes was
the falling away
of self
into shadow
even when time
falls and freezes
like winter leaves
the urge to consciousness
resists surrender
how we long for
bright new moments
right to the brink
of night fall
even as the white flag of death
unfurls
~ mce
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