Kurt R.A. Giambastiani

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[        thunder from a clear sky
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[myriad ways to say farewell but none can
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[  words break, thoughts shatter, lay unfinished
[                                                inside my skin
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[there is no part of my universe with which you are not entangled
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[  empty vessels whisper unutterable truths of
[               absence
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[ pilfered moments, stolen years
[     falling inward                building
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[dark star of rage within my breast
[                                     you can’t you can’t you can’t
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[swallow the gods—tin gods—that made it so
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[cry out
[                      no sleep no dreaming no
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[                                                unimaginable
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[face close to mine, breath coupled
[                 the reverence of our
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[        spill out onto barren steppes
[   together, only apart
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[farewell my
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