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Enamored
of new flesh softening my sharpness
I started to suspect
I am meant for blooming
Then a thousand years from now
cumulus clouds will billow open
like white chrysanthemums
extinct beauty sailing toward myth
Then today, I found a new fear
holding up the palace of grief
if they have already taken our outrage
what’s next but our wonder and awe
What has happened, Herr Kafka?
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