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magnum pompous
"Magnum Pompous"
This poem marches in velvet boots,
its sound polished like medals,
ornament swinging overhead—
a chandelier of excess.
The cycle parades with brass flare,
scatter of gilded arches rising,
each passage proclaiming grandeur,
each echo gilded in its own light.
But fissures spider through the mask,
marble grin chipped by strain—
the magnum pompous endures,
a monument to its own weight.
Then the loop tilts:
not a curtain, not a sermon,
but sweetness scattering in the air—
cotton candy dissolving pink,
sticky sparkle on tongue's tip
fragile, absurd, already gone.
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