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I am but

a shooting star,
an algorithmic approximation
of Tumblr’s twisted circuitry.

I am but

a discarded face,
the wrinkled remnants
of Dr Daniel Westin.

I am but

the Blackbird,
racing across the solemn sky
of lost recognition.

I am but

traces,
a dust-drop dancing
the friendless tango of one.

I am but

the clap of one hand,
a mere monologue on saline seas
a muted unsavoury meal.

I am but

footsteps,
in sinking sand
the lingering sound of carrions.

I am but

a sconce,

slowly snuffed.