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Woken by the sun,
And the dust
Tickling my nose
That dreadful morning.
Get up and stare at the screen,
Utter the words that turn
A day into
Silent mourning.
"Cusi is dead",
not just a spirit,
a presence, gone,
still touching us
over that cliff
of a dreadful morning.