When a session has ended
FIN floats lonely,* sanded
like a gem on the wire
like a bone on a pyre.

So, we float in null,
with our flowers, our beggar's bowl
shooting whiskey until dawn,
singing out our lover's song.

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sliding windows, sunken boats.
No more less than three
we are dawnsong
cleansed, forgetting
session ended.

*and ACKless in the cold light of day

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