The light of the world gets smaller.
Small to the eye of the lost man.
In being lost, he finds that his soul has been reduced to shambles.
Reduced to crumbs, little bits, and pieces that he keeps shredding with endless love and lust.
He is too broken to find a solid foundation to stand on.
And so, he falls into a ditch that encloses the light to the width of the hole that he is buried in.
Yes, the man is buried under light.
Small to his eyes is the light that has buried him.
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