As the roar fades
From our ears
And twilight fades
’til nothing’s seen,
I wonder,
Will we like the dark silence?
What we like matters not,
For the time of
blackened quiet
is upon us.
And knowing
the nature of cycles
And the cycles of nature
Are often all that move us
forward.
defying atrophy 
And so we enter the 6 months of short days and long nights.
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