we personify death
as if it were more than light
a pink streak, a red wash
fractaled clouds dissolve, diverge
wisps like smoke from failing fires
the oak tree releafs, & struggles
balance may or may not achieve
gold coin smears wide
water ripples as if it were rush
molten spoil, forgotten war
green umbrella, black bowl
does wind, do clouds, does sky
feel pleasure or pain
blister of gold burn
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