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Elegies
entering the lists,
in absentia,
the prayer of blood
broken at its spine.
Ah, how minding days
trampoline and joust,
like those days beyond recall
thrown into the fire.
The persistence of memory
is a series of F-stops,
the fountain of youth
a spring of well-being
and then forever nothingness.
We've reached the prophetic day,
I feel the coming wrath
in the whites of their eyes:
I dream of wires
and sleep by godless windows,
the sound of untamed rivers
chanting passions misplaced
and of the absence of belief
—the true ***** of man.
Take one last look
at the structure of morality
before it closes down.
One last look...
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