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The Long Fade


The Lover’s Whirlwind – WIlliam Blake, 1823


It’s a long fade into yourself then a short

snap out.


Like tension drawn on a cord,




before the snap! sends you reeling into the void.


(you’re nowhere to be found)


They’ll pick up the pieces afterwards, those whose shadows are still long on the ground.

They’ll mound the dirt and sweep the stones bare, then exit the stage while casting their shadows-

long and dark and vital-




interminably beneath the sun.


1 Comment

  1. Layla Rose says:

    Profound, gloomy imagery. Nice. I love all things dark.
    Layla @The Goth Writer

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