Un-absolute we falter
Closer to an end of sorts of
Fame as fading fast the light
Falls soft on lost vignette of
Lovers, aught but drawn to
Tighter cling, insisting no,
I say this is the End of all
The Way, the One, my
Fall-back. Wait. My sweet
Ambrosia, angst befalls
And here we wait.
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