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Comes the last allusion, now the final verse.
Rhythm rhyme and metre, the poem right up close.
Below’s the ending couplet, proceed along the row
One last word, two consonants divided by an o.
Run past the concluding upright, a prop
farewelled by some circle, a blot, a dot.
from which the mighty all
teeming complex
burgeoning illusory
in a finely divided instant
is smeared on an inflating
balloon blown by
a small god
hyperventilating.
Image – NASA / WMAP Science Team [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
Peter Frankis writes 