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title: Swan song
genre: verse
project:
title: Elegies for alternate selves
css: elegies
order: 24
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Swans fly overhead singing goodbye \
to we [walkers of the earth][ithappened]. You point \
to them in formation, you tell me \
you are not you. You are the air the swans \
walk on as they journey like pilgrims \
to a temple in the south. A curtain \
there separates me from you, swans \
from the air they fly through. I say \
that you are no longer the temple, \
that you have been through fire \
and are now less than ash. You are \
a [mirror][] of me, the [air without a swan][trumpet]. \
Together, we are each other. You \
and I have both nothing and everything \
at once. We own the world and nothing in it.
[ithappened]: howithappened.html
[mirror]: moongone.html
[trumpet]: deathstrumpet.html
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