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in memory of robin williams
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en memoriam there is a face i wear, seldom seen,
donned solely in isolation: despair.
palms held upon my temples, tears
forbear to fall; rather blatantly fail.
forbearace would suggest a choice
yet desert eyes were never my will.
ah, to will that salinity flowed freely!
till the sorrow ran sufficient course,
to live as one unburdened, not worse.
as it were, no such magical lanterns
happened upon my trove of trinkets,
neither gold nor iron wrought, only not
a wishing fulfilled discreetly behind
sunken jaguar's eyes within the sand
but even the genie died, suffering as i...
