You are lost because
it is quiet
There is no sound
only still air
There is no rustling of leaves
no ripple of the water
The tree has not fallen, and
has borne no witness
You are lost because
it is pitch
black overtakes the light
white noise bears no beacon
There is no siren, no alarm, no psalm
to shepherd the maze
Lost life
No spirit left to salt and season
No spirit left
to shelter from impending chaos
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