Originally published April 17, 2018, this piece was a epilogue of sorts to the Crescent Collection. This piece has a special place in my heart, and always will.
The original piece is below for reference, and can be found in its entirety at https://objectsanddistance.com/2018/04/17/then-it-grows-dark/
Birds float
Branch to branch
As water rushes beneath
From there
To here
Effortless in its
Slow meander
Through so many hills
Tunnels underneath
Grass drips
Dew caught in
Webs and
Curled blades
Falling softly
On grateful soil
There is peace
Joy
Loving sentiments
Carried on
Wind that passes
Over scenes not to be
Forgotten
Then
It grows dark
In moments passing
Outside of
Motion
All is silent
Shadows form
Then expand
Consuming everything
In this empty
All-encompassing night
Eyes grasp for
Semblance of
Light
Reflected back
Finding
None
It is here
In sacred stillness
Where all is lost
That words are gained
In the absence
Uncaring black
Life is
Extinguished
Yet
Blood flows
Something breathes
Nonetheless
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
There is an error in your recording FYI
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Aha, yes, the date is incorrect… I decided to just leave it. ☺️ I didn’t realize until I was posting it that it was wrong, and by then, I just figured these days tend to blur together anyway, it’s a good commemoration of the current state of things. I am impressed by your attention to detail.
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I read a lot and the devil is in the details. 😁 I’ve enjoyed reading and then listening to your poetry.
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I respect that a lot. I am honored… And a bit embarrassed that someone took the time to read/listen and it was erroneous. 😅 But, imperfections are what make life more flavorful as far as I am concerned. It has brought a feeling of humility and vulnerability to me now, for which I am always grateful. Thank you, for reading and for commenting. I appreciate it a lot.
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You’re welcome. My pleasure. To err is human, hahaa I do it quite often myself. 🙂
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