Favored Detachment

maudlin voices
masquerade
through the night

burning
the ends
of an erstwhile
affliction

fumbling
like infants
with fervent fixation

lamenting
days spent
in a garrulous haste

to dust
turns the water
from bottles
of air

as spirits deplete
without fear
of redemption

tears
of sweet agony
gather in basins

fermenting
‘neath faceless
tombs
rapt in depart

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