... hangin on...

… I tired to hang on… to capture the light…
but it slipped through my treacherous fingers…
…a fish escaping back to the water…

… an eel slowly wriggling back into its river of darkness…
but the light will return
… dragged slowly by the dawn…

… until the bright warming blanket
comforts the land…
once more to fool us… with false optimism and hope…

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