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"That's the last,
and you're in with the fire.
Out of the shattering finality,
the last moment,
awake or asleep;
disbelieving, incredulous.
...
Old.
He raised a hand, half-hidden.
Then he mumbled, staring,
"Mother of God."
...
Tears coursing his cheeks,
he kissed his neighbor awake.
...
In the gloom,
my eyes
and you."