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Epilogue as Prologue


by Samuel Derrick Rosen


The blessing of arms
The curse of hands
The body
unsung
(not quite electric)
as proof

everything is
antithesis
The streets are quiet,
awash with nothing,

this epilogue
become a prologue
extends beyond the streets
and us,

into chambers where
there are no moonless skies
or predilections of suns, no trees
speaking to trees, no darkness

ostracising darkness,
just holy books unread
and salivating mouths
and things that should sleep
and things that should wake

and things that need no loving breast.
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