Diaspora
inside green, slanted, fold
the brightness slivered
dimension-able bottomless tower
bold candles of life swim
waterless buoyed by pre-life
half-sphere, post-past
a muted singer, undeveloped
shuffle planned…
as it goes, or beforehand?
a secret unknown, how?
a mark invisible, why?
a space existing soon, when?
the analog of candlelight
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