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The colours had faded,
the sky soaked in them,
brilliant white, all of it,
the only source of dimming light.

Reluctant dusk, and now,
the evanescence is replaced
by dead darkness and
silence and trepidation yet again.

Words are unspoken,
communications and
networks disrupted
until the night is once again unbroken.

A waning frown,
wades through the sea of stars
stumbles, falls, but cannot drown
for the skies have no depth, of their own.

Murmurs, whispers
mutterings and mumbling
prayers being said fervently
for fates from being sealed permanently.

A flutter of hope,
a gasp and some movement,
hopeful, varying speculation,
on tomorrow's improvement.

But false hopes reassure none,
static optimism, delusions unbend
self-commiseration and abjuration
from faith, till the very end.

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