July 5, 2011, 2:50 PM
And so here it is,
The start of the End,
And the end of the Beginning.
The fall of the New,
And the rise of the Old,
The switch that never came,
Coming about again.
Things that never were,
Surrounding us all about,
We can not see them,
But we know where they are,
We can not feel them,
But their presence is felt.
This blinding darkness holds no light,
Yet we can see clear as day,
This deafening silence screams its warning,
That nothing has changed.
Nothing new has yet to happen,
While everything passes by.
And so to end,
What never was,
And to bring a beginning,
Of what will never be,
We pause.
The start of the End,
And the end of the Beginning.
The fall of the New,
And the rise of the Old,
The switch that never came,
Coming about again.
Things that never were,
Surrounding us all about,
We can not see them,
But we know where they are,
We can not feel them,
But their presence is felt.
This blinding darkness holds no light,
Yet we can see clear as day,
This deafening silence screams its warning,
That nothing has changed.
Nothing new has yet to happen,
While everything passes by.
And so to end,
What never was,
And to bring a beginning,
Of what will never be,
We pause.
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