The Jekyll and the End.

this withering and unjustified scene twilights the night
like the muffins from the Hitchcock film ignites light
in the background of my mind
shadowing a nuisance
of a moment that no one understands but me
between the Jekyll and the Hyde – him
the undertaking to the road to the end.

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