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WE DISMISSED HIS PAIN WE DIDN'T KNOW OR PLEAD.
THE WORDS HE SANG HELD EMANATIONS SPHERICAL
WITHIN COINED COBWEBS OF LETTERS,
THEIR DISTANT TRAILS OF TOTAL GRACE
CONVERGED HIS PARTICLES OF SECRETS,
A FORESEEN RITE WITHIN OUR WAITING,
WAS OUR TALLY: OUR SUM OF TIME.
WE COULDN'T FORGIVE HIS TALENT,
NOR HIS FESTOONS OF HIDDEN EYES
DIRECTING HIS PRIVATE RAPTURE.
GRIEF HEAVY NOW WITH SCRAMBLED MEMORIES
WE CRIED OUR GENEROUS TEARS
AND SHARED OUR QUALIFIED MERCY
TO RELEASE HIM FROM OUR MISERY,
TO DISPLAY A CLASSIC SANCTION OF HIS DEATH.
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