High above the cities presides the god
Deep in a hushed mansion
The marble lies silent
The drapes occlude
A body sleeps on the leather couch
He is watched
White flesh glows lukewarmly
And the soft down does not stirr
Open eyes stare
The glass-clear orbs are certain
The bouquet trembles and lets fall
A violet petal
The god is moved - grief grips the graven air
He stretches out a finger
Held suspended
"What do you see?"
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