Surfeiting
Surfeiting
Into the grip
Of the day's iron fading
The swirl and swishing
Of the sinking seas
Into the arms of dismemberment
Slow drowning
A top
That hums and hums
As
The earth sinks:
A bell
That tolls and
Tolls
As the curtain rings
Down
The act for now has ended
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