iv.)

If not for

empty gestures

To end these

echoes of

incommensurable

measures

 

Born to be

bound by

silvery tether

 

Now I count

the tally across

it

As it lays

in coils upon

this mortal

hand

 

Whom shall

pluck this

ampersand

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