Closed off in this cave of mine.
A slave to glory, fortune, and time.
I squint my eyes to see
The too-bright screen staring back at me.
The dusk outside is calling me
To see with my eyes the closing day.
I pull back the blinds, I was correct
The sun is waving its last goodbyes,
And I nearly missed it, but for this work.
I nearly missed nature's calming wave,
Its reassurances as we fade into night.
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