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I died again last night.

Faded like echo,
of a desperate fall,
finally escaping the high canyon walls.

Cooled like love's warmth,
Iced by infidelity,
Now, gravel cold.

Drained like the blood
feeling the fingers
of an unclenching fist.

I died again last night.


Shredded like betrayed
by an ugly truth.
Toppled like the towers
where concrete and steel
Gave way to blue and plumes
of dust and flesh.

Evaporated like the last drop
of the last rain
before the longest drought of reason.

I died again last night
when the pretenders
Turned away
From the acceptable losses,
Collateral damage.
when they turned back
Raised their fists
Beat their chests, wives and logic
Like the droning drums of war.

I died again last night
To holster the rage reaction,
To break the hypocristy of
impending expected redundancy,
To finally father all the wasted seeds,
To reclaim that sense of ownership
stolen in the night, stolen in the morning.
Though i'd sworn it could never be done.

So, I died again last night.

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