If I were the last Shakespeare,
My final act will be a soliloquy
About the emerald in your eyes.
I, the bad word in our oxymoron;
You, the word with absurdly
Impossible possibilities.
If I were the last Shakespeare,
I would conjure your elements
In a final scene, words crashing
At your luscious remembrance,
Full of Like’s and be’s
Of indefinite finalities.
If I were the last Shakespeare,
My downfall an imminent end,
I’d exit where your words begin,
Then leave you to muse alone
With analogies and parodies
And sweet-sounding eulogies.
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