Voices at Night

I confess my fears to the dark
as it rapidly descends— 

how I imagine the paralysis of a world
that has lost its capacity to regenerate.

So sad, cries the bird hidden in its nest.
So sad, even as it's pushed out

and it hears the air 
murmur reassurance.

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