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Brazen past lives

I'm seeing myself

For the first time.

Last in,

Last

Out.

A scream and

A

Shout.

There we climbed

The mud timber stairs

Underneath

Hairline

Whispers and academia

Manifested stares.

The last great idea

The last great illusion

The last great poet

That never was;

That could never

Do it.

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Published: Dec 23, 2021
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