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I’m wearied by your fervor
and think it as shallow as your fads:
an ironic indulgence
which you may one day deny
with precisely the same passion
with which you affirmed it.


Though the sunĀ bleeds out
we must always remember
it will rise again.


The steady rainfall
swallows up the islands
and transforms the trees
into a forest
of drowning tombstones.