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Finale-Adieu It trembles, quivers a crooning C, Flatter, Flattest, once again: "Is that you, oh delirious one?" -A spectre, yes, no, perhaps so- Pearly passage of placid view, Invokes another series of encoring trees. From a labyrinth of branches, so laborious a sight: "Is that you, oh beloved one?" -No, no, still-still, be quiet- Dotted in dilute, sprinkled in white Empty silence clings to this decaying night. "Is that you, oh endearing one?" -Yes, yes… - Gentled puzzled, gently wrapped, Encased a kiss, of palpitating depth. Broken barrier of brevity: "Is that you, oh anguished one?" As quick an infatuation, time tells no l

Finale-Glimpse It crawls, desperate for a mere glimpse, Bearing cloth-conveyed cuts, personality-oozing vengeance. It whimpers, desperate for opportunity, Yet finds a constant mundane austere, gnawing skin and bone. It stifles, desperate for a pause, But only ends in permanence that is deathly mourned. The insect is ripe, ripe for crushing. The juice is narcotic, narcotic for aching. Evil does do and evil does do not, Tormented soul, why do you lament so? Good-bye. Shots of white, a chasm of depth, An eternity of darkness, a figure astray. Its final cling to happiness, an illusionary rope, Cut. Falling, falling, Start-near, e