Finale` , is just a tune...as if Chopin...

Finale` is just a tune
Dear,
Just a tune
Perhaps a swan song...
As if Chopin
Reeds upon His godly fingers dancing...
As if a C sharp...
Never a dirge though...

Or an elegaic note stretched
To match His Limit
Of Limitless
The Unmatched...

Finale` is a tune Just
As if lust
For more
Of downpour...
As if a submerge
Full
Bared
Into the primary
Of being free
From all
false...

As if being
In a state of a perennial Fall...
An Epitaph never to be written
But written sure
With the golden caligraphic hand,
His Hand...

Finale` is a death just
As if lust
For another birth...
Recycle...
Going from one time
To another...
Like a feather white
Flowing,
Blown away
To another space
After a journey made
A transcendence...

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