You undertook
to undertake
creation of a
great triumvirate –
three nuanced
faces whom you knew
construed three
evanescent truths in you.
Except, as
soon as here, they flew the roost:
vamoosed and went
off somewhere no mere
fraction of a
singularity like you could follow.
You tried: they
barred the way:
what is left
of you was far too flimsy,
insubstantial,
shallow. Hard to swallow.
Now you’re a
subtraction,
a completely insignificant reaction..
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