Flipping;
uncertain notions.

Dithyrambic coins
that once;
rested, upon
a poor man's
eyelids.

Deceased.

Slipping;
into Stygian oceans.

And,
as the panes
to his soul
closed,
for that final time,
he finally,
saw;
the true wealth...

...of peace.

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