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Night was all black. I could not find my

After the deluge: dark, where the river,

The limbs had the raw strength. They were learning

A dynast in the storm-razed polity will ask─

Festival of─ earthen lamps.

It was the day of dead patriarch.

Hauling up the debris of your life

The numbers were going up and hallowed men were no─

The ultimate, unsung─ spreads out

A cameo─ after the chemo.