Denouement the Sentimental
--something about a cerulean pageant, or
a sunbeam visible through a cloud of exhaled smoke
calls from the fabric of the paper...the grainy,
filled-with-flower-petals kind I like
for scribbling when no one's looking.
(I have destroyed myself in your image) snarls up
at me from that silky surface,
a slithering sigh rebounding
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