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FINIS
...Having dug out treachery beneath me
I end something of life in ending mecum-vade,
Made up of a hundred pearls threaded
Logically, shed tear into tear.
Halt the pen before... before...
The impatient reader stops.
Quietly I shut my notebook,
like a cell-door - -
*
Similarly, a botanist having his herbarium full
(When from the lowly moss the tiniest petal
Whispers about the deaths of creatures)
and wanting
To sign the frontispiece...
writes...
"mortal."
- Cyprian Kamil Norwid
