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How is this room dark

with all these lights?

The sun itself

couldn't put out this night.

It springs eternal

and blankets

with blackest hue...

...where I can derive a comfort

in the blankness

of sinking under the threshold

of mood.

Respite in numbness.

In dousing the fire

of Feeling,

in eking out a way

To succumb this heart

to indifference.

To steal away from abundance

and hide

in the vacuum
of Nothing.