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We sink into a transformed world
A space of comfort
Run to fear
Where ripples of light
Sink into death
And gloom finds its way everywhere
We drift down on currents
Without conscious choice
Closing our eyes to the signs that would warn us
Willful ignorance
We cling to as protection
Somewhere inside we know
Sometimes darkness wins
A temporary victory
Wreaking destruction as it goes
As we enable the swath it lays
We sink into a world transformed
Made gloomy by the work of our hands
Made dark the moment we chose blindness
And closed our eyes – Caroline A. Slee