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make myself scarce,
collectible
wake to such wishes as be
cling
come to the end of the road
and go on
you won’t find me
not here
but drinking in the deeps
so cover a self with glory
and pigment
no one to hear my bad singing
and I will choose the wrong phrase
square the orbit out of shape
wreck the nib – won’t write
never say the same thing twice
but do a little vanish
to keep the punters keen
for those who’ve followed the tune to here
not requiring any sun’s say
but I’ll shine brightly
no one will see me
run out of ink
finite in the final analysis
blur in image
out of words
from ripples then
so you’d detect
the splash
there might have been
the shadows real and reel
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