the diamond collarette
is still dripping with
norma, violetta, tosca
indelible cat eyes
linger over yet
another beautiful
death on stage
a shining hour
where lucia's madness
rises out of the seine
like a crimson
revenant
or last season's
excellent rossini
it's a sunny
spring day in paris
by the bedside
there is still
a harp cadenza
inside the pearls
and the chestnut
trees still sparkle
with vocalized trills
azazel averts his
raven gaze:
let an empty theater
remain a perennial
pine-brittle accusation
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