Three Quarters of a Thousand Days

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I think I spilled,
Violently the consolations that I once wrote,

Myself.

Flakes of steam chipped off the surface
Of sixteen vials of intangible venom,
Curls of mist coating the impenetrable
Glass matte ceiling.

Flakes of air peeled off the surface
Of microscopic specks of dust,
Clumps of grime pulverizing into
Glass shards and ashes from lit candles.

                        Shall I dissolve into the vial,
Each thought,
Each word,
Each dream?
                        Or am I stranded,
On this cotton-wool island,
Not knowing, whether this is,
Dead or Alive,
Hanging on one chain,
From a tarnished, fragile sky?

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