I fade away,
a lasting gasp -
I die by miles,
none too fast,
'til in the end
(imagine that!),
I guess
I'll let this spark collapse
in darkened frame
of flat matte black.
So, until then,
by such light as
I can produce, perceive
or fight, I'll wake and sleep,
hard up, down soft -
and see
what's here
to be shook off.
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