nothing left to say
since I can't say everything
the truth is in the gaps
and it's all gap
still it's worth trying
not to disappear unsung
forgotten love lies
weeping at the tomb
unremembered thought
might as well die
before it fades
into unbroken night
I catch a word or two
in my dream net
snatch a faint idea
from the stormy flux
and here I am again
defined in time
resisting fatal entropy
with every bone
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