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Departure:
“Retrospect shall not soften such penury —
Sun’s brass, the moon’s steely patinas,
The leaden slag of the world—
But always expose.”
The Everlasting Monday:
“Until his own lit room outshone
Sunday’s ghost of Sun;
Now works his hell of Mondays in the moon’s ball,
Fireless, seven chill seas chained to his ankle.”
— Apr 17, 2026 01:03AM
“Retrospect shall not soften such penury —
Sun’s brass, the moon’s steely patinas,
The leaden slag of the world—
But always expose.”
The Everlasting Monday:
“Until his own lit room outshone
Sunday’s ghost of Sun;
Now works his hell of Mondays in the moon’s ball,
Fireless, seven chill seas chained to his ankle.”
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