treading through enforested landscapes
fuzzy photographs
and a single one, believed,
was the turning point in serenity (in rome);
and rosethunder that perhaps, was a breath!
en estralia, manipulated,
and yet our arms are still thrown up in flames!
thoughts---
and a flower, lying on your chest!
explained about an expulsion, of physicality and light
and a remembrance, a familiarity
with the moon, and little tears
and gashes! and gashes!
flee from me, springtime, for it is your laborings that brought us to exist!
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