mercy

to wonder, for a while, these inclinations,
not the beating of the heart, nothing close to that,
not the perfect moon out there,
not even the love of a mother,
not the comfort of a memoir,
still, the noir, the black and white of you,
& now that it is done
we bow and we plead alleagiance to no nation.

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