Apocalypse

Here and there

now and then

people

telling me

that I’m un growing

day by day . . .

they remember

da bloom and blossoms

of past days

And here I’m

recalling myself

of that phoenix

I read about in a book

who used to revel

en ets youngest days

then churning

night after after

like a hopeless

autumn leaf

and at last

burning en ets Own fire

Only to get a new birth

and live again

Da only thing es

after withering

night -after- night

day- by -day

I don’t want to get

a new life again

I just want this apocalypse

to be my end . . .

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