Night falls on us all.
A darkness so blinding it clouds the mind with anxieties.
Brick walls invisible to the eye are around every corner.
Despair fills the air with fear.
Seeing with your hands creates confusion.
The flickering light leads you the wrong direction.
West is North, East is South.
The sky is below and the ground is above.
Quiet meditation proves no solitude.
Decisions are rash and outcomes are hidden.
The silence screams, deafening your mind.
You wont wake to relief. You are not asleep.
The cradle totters at the top, and the nets have holes below.
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