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A digital cut and paste poem that reads: as the curtain rises / : It is too late. / cascading / capricious / behind the scenes, / setting the stage for / a solar eclipse / completed the circuit / As a perfect circle / and / when I reach the height / I meet with / this black sun / a / Leviathan, / a monster, / a sort of / winding round / whose will / is 'to Kill', / by devouring all / it / runs ahead of me,/ oozing black / and / as a magnet draws / infinite horizons of / standing in flames, / of no return. / twice over a traitor: / But no one can escape / pressed up against a double bind: / already haunted / I am not the / storm waves / if the groans of the dying are / froth in the sea, / I will / live it as a wound / glaring and inescapable. / the blade of the guillotine falls, / I divide myself in / between two rivers / my head in my hands. / a door half opened, / thus opens wider to / —forever.

Composed on the 6th of September 2025.

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