Dark, inky sadness,

the calm before the storm.

It’s the drop before the rain,

or the cold before the chill.

Slow, repetitious time,

the change that is the same.

The spinning wheel that never ceases,

or a cycle that never breaks.

Blackest, darkest night,

the flight before the plunge.

It’s the right before the left,

or the lane that never alters.

Grey, rising day,

the time before the next.

It’s the one that comes before,

or the past that comes after.

 

Nothing changes.

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