So now you know,

how thick the darkness is;

how heavy it rests

upon the chests

of those who sit alone.

How lucky, blessed!

You’ve traced your steps;

pressed by lonely, growing regrets.

You’ve passed the test.

I now profess, “Welcome home, honored guest!”

Pre-pleasantries, I must confess.

You’ve nothing left, save disease.

Your estates been cleaned

of all that gleams;

windows and doors,

and all between,

but hush!

Hush, don’t make a scene.

All the glowing eyes agree:

There’s nothing worse than being seen.

I plead:
Relax your neck,
Roll back your head,
Think of how
you’ll soon be dead.

Now, hush.

You’ve had your chance.


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