'final test'
drink till all goes spinning
riches a combustion within the head
rejuvenated spark a circle
an expression of deafness,
immediately night flutters
and a pedestal
above the strange and fantastic,
this imperceptible ghost.
multiplied the fall
a stiff wire my shadow jumped
top bottom, almost incarnate,
now the others disorient
the pale of my spirit and regrets
like a hasty man’s mistakes.
but my own, severed, twitching
and awakened; the idea i am trying
to read language again
words full of hours and transparent with
darkness.
the morning worker buzzes my window.
flattered, i loop sentences around my
throat and opening the sash i find my way
to a most peaceful conclusion.
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