Composition
slower
then her
adagio i
follow
her rhythm
and then begin
to resurrect
not forgetting
that this requiem
is not
hers but
perhaps mine
so before
me lays naked
a blank page
but not
table rosa
she's not a blank
slate that i'm
some kind
of
ubermind
but yet so
sublime
passively
shooshing
off Nietzsche
if he
was true
then shouldn't
he be
stronger
yet he's dead
so in turn
i turned to
myself and said
let this
proper fifth
chord go back to...
here we are again
with a composition
of her and him yet seems
i lost
herself
in the chor us
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