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Static

a weariness     that is     wearing

the chirps     of crickets     the self     patched up

with flesh     wakes to     coruscating rain

skin as it curls     to the fire

elements     of the world     collapse

from the part     that remembers     spinning

what remains

what the birds     carry off

cusps of sun     on their beaks







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