The Stone
the fade
of light
natural
artificial
or otherwise
the curtain falls
when it falls
in all stages
big or small
the progression
of time
turns us all
over
and
over
and
over
like a stone in a tumbler
polished
after the turbulence
the grit is gone
like the mud it laid under
silent
inside the stone
a million stars spill out
like sunlight on the sea
glimmering
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