Dark Ambient Noisescapes

Dark Ambient Noisescapes #109
About a mile and a half below the last station.

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The way runs out, then whispers on into the unknown;
The red eye blinks, then goes dark;
The air tastes moldy, salted with old rain;
The map folds inward, a vein returning to dirt;
We wait for a train that knows it won’t return.

Dark Ambient Noisescapes #108
Our breath held taut across a trembling threshold.

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Two hours thinned the air to a glass-boned quiet;
We walked the circle of want until we grew tired;
Beginning arrived softly, as if a door remembered;
A small, bright locus opened in the chest, and embered;
And all our ache aligned; only silence signed.

Dark Ambient Noisescapes #107Hours after the fog lifted, it created itself again.---We counted truths the brief blue window left us;Streets found edges; names returned to their owners;By noon the margins loosened into rumor—It rebuilt itself, woven of moisture and quiet;The day unlearned its face, and so did we.

Dark Ambient Noisescapes #106
In its essence it was purely protective.

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A wall built around a shivering hope;
We named it—wore it—as conviction,
Fragile still, apprenticed hard to armor,
Guarding our wounds so fiercely
They healed in layers of growing security.

Dark Ambient Noisescapes #105
Undertaken, under the stress of desperation.

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Crooked vows we thread through sleepless hours;
Sometimes we let the darkness devour us;
White-knuckled grip—this should have been effortless;
We mortgage dawn for one brief tongue of flame,
And wear the ash as something like resolve.