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Mar 2020
the last gasp
asper coin
of the night

to wit
no one comes to mind

I once had a notion
to remake
the
world

bit by bit

in my own image
of course

but who else can
save it?

so
fast
its
undoing

beyond
finding
an
end

what else
can
be
hoped
for

but a trident's bindng spear.
jiminy-littly
Written by
jiminy-littly  M/NYC
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