Felt things last longer than seen things, says who, drawing out forks of fire, who walking by, tied for departure, packaged into powder. Fled ecstasy as a response like "brilliant" can mean anything. Everything appears to shine given enough darkness. Crushed into brilliance, the bright ball, dished. Write your poem in the space above, erasing what is beneath it. Paper covers rock. Listen. It's tough, hearts get crushed by metal these days, no matter what.

 

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