me in fast-moving atoms

that sparkle as I speak

or think

in words that

morph into the

animated ideas of a 


bury me in boxes that I can

break apart and

secure me into

sections of a 


so I might step out of

line and stray away from the


speak to me

discreetly and neatly and


so we listen to the melody and

harmony and signs

envelop me

in madness

a hurricane

a thunderstorm

watch me fly into 

an upside sky

a ground

of dead roses and





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