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The Grand Finale
Your night eats the―
umbel of light with curved lips.
What was the ethics―
of this getty image?
Your responses are weak. You
walk in, on unsteady path.
Will not lift the rock from the chest
unlike Sisyphus.
You roll down on lilacs
gnawing at my pain― nibbling
away at my poem. There
is no gender, there was no god.
The spilled milk of moon
now washes the face of night.
I become you in the embrace
of unlimited death.
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