tremor at culmination's egde
with the force of a thousand echoes
in their resonance walls crumble
at last the visions take a shape
it can't be
i can't be
one last longing drops its disguise
as flashes, whispers, neon breeze
unveil the sweet and brutal catalyst
where the heavens scream a name
can it be
can i be
basking in the afterglow of the dream
the collapse arrives gently, almost playful
everything clicks into place
the right place, the only place
it is
i am
(2021)
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