Quizzically
I see the denouement,
the wilting act
of turgid life
roping in air
from all my past deeds
some good, some myths
distended
into surplus space
swollen, like a mound
on a piece of green sod
the upper crust of the earth
and
then
get to know
the play;
giving a resting place
onus on mankind
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