Mightier than
two and two.
Only this,
only this, only this-
to serenade the tripletree.
Whereas blazing at
the edge of speech
even trifles
have grown spiteful.
Not forgotten:
a song in rags
wandering goallessly
through attics, scrublands
never getting lost
never getting found.
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