he emerges something like an echo
his armor blue velvet and colorful tunics
sumptuously hovering
in a borrowed time-frame
a rented suitor, roused
in some epic poem
immediately, and without qualm, ablaze
chuck
tangible and transient, descended
the exchange of energies, between floors
the cross pollination, from life to death
spattered, he looked laquered
on the pavement
beneath this portrait
were plum-colored pools
his face was grey
i wanted to say
i did not get to say
goodbye
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