clean the ashes from your skin
leave the remains in the quarry
join delight in the revels
levelling no weapons
fire again
regard starry confusion without derision
a vision astride collision she came
as comet fragments may pelt a rain storm
through the clouds the flames
evaporating joy
cease conveying tepid sentiments
the cold gelatinous regard
instead barefooted take form
and trip up the sunbeams home
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