The clock ticks

As I drink my RED tea

The glass drops

Into infinity

Of timelessness

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Gray sparks

Fill the SKY

Making a melancholy glow

Across the

Inevitable

Pink sunset

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Darkness falls

Or perhaps DESCENDS

With grace

Of

Swift death

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Crescendos are lapsing

UPON decrescendos

As the music

Of silence

Fills my ears

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The dark pits in my hands

Consume ME

But my feet

Refuse to stop their walk

Upon the moonlit lake