All the tales are told before you
Like light before a flower
Blind darkness from deep purple
The blue chrysanthemum blossom with my face
And your tale, your tale
And your tale…
An ultraviolet rose
Stand I, facing silence
A few rays open the door
Your phone call from Tokyo, Yokohama, Helsinki, Victoria terminus
One remembers Rangoon, chatter of sailors
The diesel-bullet of your calf-muscle
Your standing alone in the rain
On the other side of the glass, a shadow
Your last assignment in Merlin Tower
Unmoved I, waiting for you
Your last victim.

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