All night long they talked, raged, wrangled,
strove with passion and sincerity to find a compromise
or some separation; humbled and were humbled; regretted
the time lost—the fools; at last they cast off their clothes
and stood there, beautiful, naked, humiliated, defenseless. Dawn was breaking.
From the roof opposite, a flock of birds took wing
as though some gambler had finally cast into the air a marked pack of cards.
Thus, without arguments, justifications, or assurances,
day ascended from the hills with the cruel pride of action.
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