Last Vial
Draining all there was to say,
he hemorrhaged one more poem
Last vial of his history,
whose burden now atoned
With final drops to say adieu,
the past and future dead
His last tomorrow here today
—and time no longer bled
(Dreamsleep: April. April 2022)
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