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And what will you do after I have gone
Will you collapse under a pile of our photos
paralyzed and hoarse
from pleas to the universe
for a reversal, postponement or
temporary pardon.
Will you take others hostage
out of spite or compensation
and hold their faith and gods
to an impossible ransom.
Will you burn our house down
until all our secrets are scorched
because memory is torture
and self destruction too private and prolonged.
Or will you take to the freeway
until the world becomes a blur,
transient hallucination,
your sins unrecognizable
my departure impossible
to confirm.

12 Jun 16

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Fantastic.  Would you consider submitting to our upcoming anthology?


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