Stasis

Everyday there is a little more darkness.

A Stasis
That devours us all
And is hungry for more –
Yeatsian prophesies
Knock on our door
We flail, we fall!

Everyday there is a little more darkness.

The unreason of the
relentless, raging mob
Rehearsing its performance
Sharpening its tools
To carve up yet another body, psyche, soul.

Everyday there is a little more darkness.

We look askance
Numbed by this
Deadly Dance
That annihilates
You
Itself
And the world.

Everyday there is a little more darkness.

Egregious chest-beating
Exhortation to Action
Expression of Angst
Potent
Performances:
Portends of our passing.

Everyday there is a little more darkness.

We sink, we sink
Into the mire of our own making
We flail about for feeble straws
We watch it widen its hungry jaws
We watch the world disappear
Into quicksand.

And darkness is all.

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