lad;
in this world they
g r i m a c e d —
as they saw death
in a place
and ran as it blazed—
and captured an image
for a s o l a c e .
death ain't akin
of birth,
quietus akin for
q u i e t u d e ,
but as blind as
s i l h o u e t t e
and made this at its
g r a t i t u d e .
bereft color from
the pale reality,
lost in this town
s u s u r r o u s l y ,
truth has been
p r e c l u d e d
and secrets have
been p r e l u d e d .
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