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An insistent sadness in the texture of things

Dusk, silence, iron chill

Loneliness in the bones

The sharpness of lengthening shadows

The grotesque transition from day to night

The fear and dread of you

All the beasts of the earth

And all the birds of the air

Every creature that moves along the ground

All the fish of the sea

They are given into your hands

Reasons are echoes,

Make no difference