bowing out

the electricity is shut
and gone forever.
the eyelid dried out;
no more light will filter.
and the laughter lost
in a cave far down from here.

time was not enough dowry
to change the unchangeable.
i must be content with
having failed.

i, with no wealth of any
particular blue bloodline
could not offer you
anything other than
what God saw fit.

in the chasm
of the voices, it does
not really matter.
don’t employ any foreboding
on dejected smiles.

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