While it was love that harassed your dreams
Now its daylight, splitting its veins
Onto your sweaty forehead
Its gasping, dirty breath
Flickering moments you had subdued in your palms
Like a rainbows of uncertainties' disambiguated into a stark,
sharp light
As chimerical death hops around your window pain
Screaming for entrance through eyelids of drawn curtains
No Abecedarian you for novice like death to plant its echoes
You could refract the gossiping wisdom
To harness your ambiguities
To a definitively winning prides horse
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