Seven rays escape from the suns of Saturn
scattering sacrificial beats
Little girls running into furnace basement fires
Flowers on fire, where's our water?
Flowers on fire, where's out water?
'HARRY? '
Fires a flower
furnish the fire
Powers shower
from sonic silhouettes
surrendering to the only Sound
that sneaks out of the void
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