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A Cry in the Dark

Its piercing cry

swallows the serenity

of a room.

Requiring simply this

to destroy

what, in the aftermath

of their synchronization

seems so perfect.

One desperately grasping

to salvage

whatever

if anything

may be left.

The Other desperately grasping

to preserve

whatever

if anything

is to come.

Each helpless

in their implausible existence.

Suffering

as a result of something as trivial

as a cry in the dark.