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The Final Lie


Numbers have a lasting smell

while figures have a taste

Shapes can make an ancient sound

whose feelings stay untraced     

 

Intuition grants a wish

to those who rebegin  

Dimension in the blackest hole

new dwarf stars from within

 

Counting up or counting down

deception stays the same

What you gain or what you lose

redundant in the game

 

Endings come and endings go

ephemerally despised

Until the sacrificial lamb

—bleats out the final lie

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)

 

 

 

 

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