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Soon, soon the cacophonous day will peter out
In the clanging of pans and the clatter of forks,
Lessening with the light, its raucous sounds centralised,
Embalming recumbent seekers through speakers,
Numbing the senses until, at last,
Cut off. The absence feels like silence,
Easing into peace.
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