Stefon Napier

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Thoughts Of A Concerto

I am dying
Fury makes for a brief existence
Going up somewhere where it is cold.
The sun is ticking away in my back pocket.
You are so beautiful that you look like a memory.
It is not insignificant to die,
your craft plays on like echoes tickling the backs of mountains.
Your day is dancing.
Yesterday survives only because I am dying in an opera.

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