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The Perspective Fault

With a live moon between-
us, you were staring beyond me
in blank looks.

Shackled, you hang-
from the past praises.

In a crematorium you will now spend
a night with some noises
in penitence.

You have to come out from
the old scripture and invent
a new libretto.

No breathing room was left
in the crowd. Would you
become a little wee taller?

Meanwhile I will listen to bird songs.
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