condenSation

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paradoxically burning holes
through me and your outer
)inner eyes,
tears spark flames through
snow scorched peach fields
drooping heavy to the
earth singing
Thumps
of ever inexact science or expression,
with wisps of light
scattered pops growing fragments
in the breeze
and taking
root.





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