a conversation with just the right tonal manipulation
would turn up a cauliflower in light
her mouth opens for the future
to those around whom sit in doom with
ambiguous characteristics leading the planet
for the few who carry a torch into the infinite
existence is not hazardous or evil
proportions lash out and disrupt balance
of a miracle she has juice and sweet-smelling
brims of starry solutions
for the one or two who trust
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