In this blissful seperation
of moments bold
a thought of dusk's
arrival makes gestures
seem vague with images
of you
why must I live in this
distanced and poisoned
hell… why must it
toll its bell, chiming
knell of incendiary pain…
to be relieved in a moment
that exists always in the
tomorrow, always tomorrow.
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