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Thursday, May 11, 2023

Before

It is all before, which is all

That’s left. Thinking hits a wall

When it confronts what’s to come,

Unknown numbers, null in sum.

A chimera slips into the room

Then disappears into its womb.

We knew it by its straightened tail,

But never glimpsed its toothless

Maw — nor heard its lonely wail.

Leave before? No, it is ruthless,

Determined to wait — patient

As a tomb — beckoned and ancient.

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