The resonances of a dead romance struck me like a detuned bell
Dumb
Wrong
Still striking some discordant chord a choir of skeletal angels who never made it to heaven
The echoes of my sighs in this ailing auditory matrix now only soothe
this Phantom Heart
which no longer exists-
No forwarding address
Just cease.
And just let me go to the Elysium where goes all lost lovers
Wandering alone
In greatness that was theirs alone
Calling out unpronounceable names
When the search is always for oneself
Amidst the reeds
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