the dying flame does not sleep at night

A favourite has no friend!

Thomas Gray, Ode on the Death of a Favourite Cat Drowned in a Tub of Gold Fishes

night intervals measured by dreams
and physiology bring the brevity
of fate, this ironic courtesan,
to the bedside of the dying child
of illusion destined by birth to parent
disappointment.

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