by Suzán Jiván, Mom
& Mom-Mom Suzán
Given little chance
as slightly behind
dwindlings of time
narrowly divided
as opposed to unifyingly
putting doubts aside
while denying decline
despite descending flights
of stoney designs
by battling free will
just for the love of lit
assiduously set adrift
as a pianist plinks
the final keys
played from memory
brilliantly crisp
and maniacally aphoristic
as solipsistic tipsiness
with double vision
exceeding the speed limit
post apocalyptically...
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