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You need to keep your fences mended,
keep your things locked down because
you never know who you’ll never know.

Time I think cares by caving
in lustrous waves of years that spread
like eons amassed without frame.

Lights will die down on my Reno and Rio
and though I wear life’s banners high, the need to escape
punctuates my every nerve.

Despite all the will that gets flung these days,
there is nothing worth much on the outside.

Just a 15-minute culture;
is it you who keeps getting my quarter-hour?

In a blaze the raging starlet surmises
that an ending hasn’t been written.

© Chagall 2014