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The Passing
Each day fades, and the sun
rises up to meet tomorrow -
not hopeful, not teary,
but brazen and bright.
Hours move with the motion
of a thousand moments,
splintered and solidified
oddly across time.
Through all the haze and shadows,
under everyone's muddied waters,
beside the stones waiting to fall
Time stands, silent and unmoved.
Unpredictable, unpredicable,
He watches with no eyes,
and darkens every doorstep
with his shadow.
Are you ready to let him in,
to accept all he has to show you?
Or will your future acts
invoke the past in afterimage?
Watch carefully, and
you might just get it -
hold all the fires and ices within
and never look forever in the eye
again.
