if i were extinguished like a candle
in this dark hall
would you notice?
like wisps we float
out afterwards, but
i am not transcendental
poetic license must be rented
from the animal control association
a license to stand in this circle
to know everyone's name
i float out afterwards
thinking of curls and bitter
comparisons and decide in
the future, transcendental,
or buried in the ground
i will float alone.
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