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I too, wept

in sonorous anguish

At my heedless impulse

and unthinking distress 

In our chorus

 wrought of screams

  I despaired

In wretched, debilitating recollection

I mourned

In my

 cascading 

  agony,

    I lamented

in palpable abasement 

incapacitated by guilt

& piercing abjection

 I was

Ornamented in grief

  I've never known

 and then I knew it again

and so these words changed
as art changes through the ages
and my artistic integrity will be permanent
only when my hand is held in skeletal guidance
in my dying days, when I seek to be alone, and remember

my regrets