a static scene,
life pause of a tableau vivant
that breathes in silence.
each moment a repetition,
a cycle without evolution,
the familiar shapes of the terrain
hold their ground against the passage of time.
the watchers in backdrop,
assimilate into part of the scenery,
the lines between observer and observed blurred.
their expressions,
a surrounding mirror — reflection of a shared stillness,
as if they too are stuck in forever prologue.
the thick air full of anticipation,
yet nothing shifts, nothing changes.
the world, a canvas of muted tones,
where the colors of life disappear,
it’s all a senseless monochrome existence.
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