And he leapt through the window
To a magnified nothingness.
And he leapt through the window
From a room full of burning pillows.
It was silent outside
And a crowd with barrels full of
Gunpowder, was lost in a
Revolution deathbed.
Her lover stabbed her from behind
Smashed the window glass in a lovesong.
The crowd struggled to find sparks
In a silent lovers' opera.
Lovers were silent still
And the lovesong echoed
In a magnified nothingness.
Every bone of his feeble body
Fractured with a blast
When he broke the window glass
And leapt out of the window
To a revolutionary nothingness
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