A lumbering fear resonates under

the collar bone, something like a burr,

poking the skin and inflaming it.

Rain spatters the ground, and

grey clouds lie low, hanging heavy.

Seemingly the morning holds nothing

other than curdling gloom.

Definitely, not a brilliance

that strikes the system and regenerates.

Though interwoven between the darkening

folds is a brightness, disguised and

cleverly hidden. A brightness that

highlights each blade of grass,

the curve of each low-hanging cloud,

and springs forth in the glint of a

raindrop’s reflection. Seemingly under the

guise of shadow, light is everywhere.

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