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Untitled by Jackson (L’Fontaine)
Piazza Del Duomo, Carlo Carra
Walking past urban lights,
Desperately clinging to the willow tree,
In the warm-cool September nights,
Watching flowers wilt to the tempo of ¾, with no plea
And yet, these flowers, with their blooms long past
Have in their dying, wilting moments, a darkening of color
Which, long at last, with the reflection of neon glow blast
Upon the flower, shrouding its hue, becomes squalor
And the willow tree in my hands, weeps–its lances
Stab through my hand, spewing blood upon the ground
Collapsing in front of me, the willow tree stammers
And lets out a groan of pure, pure agony upon belowground
The indifferent city lights shine upon the dying willow
Triumphantly, as if it's been waiting for its death since eternity.
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