FLOW
in a hovering
instant
this soul stirring
unseasonable
storm front
precipitates
the Passion
of all the dying
immediate
at all scales
in all dimensions
and of our certain deaths
all the stranger then
to discern the larger
Flow
pooled in the marrow
of these very bones
soaking through our internal organs
the sieves of these tissues
last night's dream-passages
the arches of our stories
as we fall
upon
our eerie selves
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