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By Ali Date: 2006 Sep 20 Comment on this Work [[2006.09.20.14.22.16080]] |
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It won't do! It won't do! First worn, last worn, broken, sparkling in death. The prestige melts, and revealed is the imprint of reason, its absence keen. It won't do. But what will? It's burnt out, expelled from the zenith smile-- convenient, yes? The sipping heart is parched, but it will not wake. Have you lost it? What remedy shall you try? Be gone--be gone! There is no pearl here, save the one you swallowed. Resurrection is approaching, the phoenix swearing at your incompetent gaze. Lost-- Unhinge the mask, And reach. Reach-- and that may be your salvation. |