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I think I'll hold a vigil

Light a candle or two

For all of those poems

Those crystals of thought

That fled on lightning legs

Before I could pen them

Like circus animals contained

But instead of peace

I want their ghosts to linger

Then I can put them onto paper

Like placing them in a restful grave

In second-rate secondhand reproductions

For even a glint of their brilliance

Cancels an atom of ugliness from the world