time’s unforgiving metamorphosis
vestal divested
of her pedestal
looks backwards
to the time when her marble shone
and now
how the alabaster
resembles a fairground figurine
with peeling pastels
won with the coin of hope
the memory of razzmatazz
dimming and dimming
come on
(she cries)
whistle our tune
throw my switch
let the rollercoaster begin
make me scream again
and again for more
let again’s forlorn smile
belly-laugh me
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