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The death of a follower

Posted to Poetry

He carved the elegy
in rhinestone chunks
heart-felt words
about infinity
and consellation

Horrible, the book
of revelations
stated exactly the same,
no more than a beast
burdened with the past
is there a summit
to perfection?

I think I can make it happen
before the silence penetrates
my beating heart,
and melody needs
its rhythm...