MATERIAL OF FIFTIES

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yes

they know how it goes

this is why

mortality

so effortlessly

can be masqueraded as vanity

loving just the once

will not suffice for them

no

they desire to leave marks

to be loved

long after their

goodbyes

too

not content with the recognition

that once they loved

and lived

fully

or painfully so

reaching their dutiful summit

in a pair of eyes that also knew

then

they reject

that possibly singular

community

for the hope of a mountain

that will bear their names

engraved

throughout the atomic bursts

thinking words

will clarify them

through all those mute

imagined eternities

"i am the book

neverending"

behold

the library

supernova

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