Spontaneously Combusting Things
Up in the tungsten, the dreams.
That flowering almond tree of childhood.
Empty space, which as everyone knows, is not empty.
Divinity, which canceled from each side of the equation results in no change.
Rounding a corner, the noisy parade of answers.
Conversation condensed to one verb weighing more than the earth.
A glass of light.
Words like "cinnabar" and minerals like cinnabar.
The history of forgetting.
What might be something else.
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