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darkness swirls
snatching color from eyes
making the world monotone
until the tones echo home
in a deafness of zone
leaving a cycle of absence
and loss
as each tries to find
the music and color
to lighten and brighten their souls
until the cycle turns again
and color and sound are stories
to give hope in the darkness
but are not known
and it turns again
becoming legend
of how light would cover
the land with color
and the sounds would fill
their hearts with emotions
but only the elders spoke
with any definity
of the divinity of light and sound
and round the stories roamed
until they turned again
and then only myth had a grasp
upon the unfolding truth
buried in the extended dark
a deafness profound and held
that to be anything else
would have brought chaos
no such thing could still be true
the mists of time lost hold
upon sound and color bold
and their presence
a memory of a memory
left to unfold into a myth retold
and in its telling
the shadowfold shatters
and pours in the light and sound
so long removed
that they are blinding
and deafening in turn
and the cycle turns
and once again
color and laughter fill the world
flowing with life and love
surrounding all within
until darkness again swirls in