I undress myself down to the gods
lips wide open, wings unfurled,
tonight and for all
I set the flowers on fire.

I cover myself with blanket eyelids
and fall awake in this moment
of unique
   e v e r l a s t   i  n    g
scarce freedom:

I dream of Sisyphus
         sitting at the foot of the mountain
breathing oblivion
refusing to carry his fate.

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