I watched as much as I could bear,
Tracking the levity, each shrug
Each step each rearrangement
Of the hair. I watched for so long
As I could bear, and then I plugged
My eyes with rocky sentiments
Stacked by chance with shaky hands
As if such tricks could stay the wind,
Sniggers or friends (polite) whispers
From serving all the sordid night-kissed
Details: fire, ice, sweat, glands, skin -
Papery skin – I still recall it: thin,
So thin. And so I stole away,
Left nights and friends to each other’s
Lights – from whichever breeze-raised source -
And now all trace of it is gone.
No fire at all floats within vision,
All trace of it is wholly gone,
Whether flying or sunk, so long,
So long as it is gone. So long,
So long as it is truly gone.
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