The sweet expanse of darkness
makes the sinking even seem
so effortless; a weighted pull, a solomn dream.
We search for meaning in this blank;
heavens prick, as darkness tugs
against ourselves, as we drown into nothing.
What meaning, have we, in this expanse?
As light in heavens pulls back, retracts,
As light above water, fades, as we sink?
I'm not sure,
But as I sink,
I pray and I believe.
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