While the intensity of the night shadows
Penetrates through the universal emptiness
A feeling prevails
A feeling undefinable
A feeling unnamed
And yet
A feeling crucial to survive the night.
It requires a name
It requires a story
It requires a memory to be made
In the very present moment
And yet
The moment not to end.
Still
Only dark night
And soundless motion
Of a rotten existence…
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