All My Decembers

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The lights are dancing low

Like embers – they glow, they glow

Moving swiftly yet so slow

In the night they go, they go

As my mind fails to grasp

Where they came from

It ceases to matter

Like a dream unremembered

It just shatters

And all the world returns once again

Back into the fray

Where all my Decembers go

When aching synaptic fuses blow

Where then does the soul go?

Whose to say it was ever there?

Who here even cares?

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