Slow

Slow

It comes on slow

At first you’re in denial
Just another all nighter
On the woodpile
It’ll all end up orange and bright

Just another transient affair
With an uneventful horizon
Where the temptation of the nothing
All aswirl in illusion
Can swallow the sky

There is nothing apart from you

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