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Fires and Greatness in Darkest Recoveries

Today, the
ledge flies sharply through
my brain mush
but time, she
stopped and carried me deeply
into sands

glazing my
brain and the ledge stretched
far to moons
glistening
telling me I’m the greatest
speck, resting.

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