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C’EST FINI

In this scene from
my forthcoming poem

I am seen writing
my final goodbye

to you especially
who were so kind.

Here we have a long tracking shot
moving away from me, but first towards me

the writing
has stopped
the words
have evaporated

there is no time for metaphor
the world where.
I could think transference, identification
even transformation

has drawn its blind
this is the last line.

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