Stella Maris
as we stare at it the tinylight squeaks out

slower and slower

i see things coming to a close

the folding cerecloth shrugs down over the windows

the lights burn still: but invisible to us now

i see things coming to a close

(my mind kissed Myrinerest last night)

i dreamt

i cannot see

i cannot see

i can no longer see

and nor would i want to

anymore

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C93 "Where the long shadows fall"