"PARTS
A last fire rises solemn.
I was it: ill, last fir; tinier.
I, faded light, obsess.
End:
as we fade,
if I deemed a rape,
he parade me;
edified a few sadnesses.
Both gilded.
A fire in it rifts all.
Lit, I saw in me losses
ire, rifts, a last rap"
--@merlinaacevedo.bsky.social
"even for us
whose robbery is coterminous with empires"
--The Anathemata
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