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It is silent

Doomed to wait

Only moments remain

Hands clasped firmly over my eyes

I can barely see through

Enough for the heat to scorch my retinas

The sky is burning

Gasp before the air escapes

The closing of everything

The ticks apropos of the world

Cries punctuated by silence

Begging for nothing, begging for all.

The sky, it weeps as it scabs and withers

The earth, it writhes at its upheaval

Not death, not rebirth, but absence.

No pain is found, no fear is found,

only the desperate voice growing weary