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The Enabler

You come to me formless,
to claim your dues?
of whispering poems.

At sharp cliff,
what was your dream?
destiny of taking a long fall?

The rising smoke dissolves
the boundaries, when you
fondle the dark for some pulse.

The final gift arrives
of tears, within reach
of the implosion.

Along the boulevard
a flight of swans?
sails for another lake.

I lift my hand for final salute.
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