Strange Defeat
He smokes cigarettes to set the ocean on fire.
And before he can even dry a drop
from the salty carnival of waves,
he has already consumed most of himself.
While the ocean, the waves, all of it-
will not mourn for him no matter
how it roars of blue,
no matter how it bowls
the most ardent tears
lavishly.
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