Canceled
in the year water trickled down
compiled rocks wet, glistening
slowly over green moss
accelerating fits and starts to drop
in free fall
Canceled while the snow falls
crystalline fingers reaching touch
residing on every surface
like a nirvana of radioactive shadows
touching everything
with senses
What is it to stop
being and becoming
when the others
claves of raves and noumenal ubertopias
fickle around with the underverse
words constructed senselessly.
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