In a fire of skies
And a watery menagerie
Of impatience…
In tangerine eyes
And minds that think dangerously…
In a molecule
(so miniscule)
And kinetic flashes
Of clairvoyance…
In a vestibule
Of torn bark and scattered ashes…
In Forevers
And in shameful hells
Of decay…
In sad Nevers
And amongst agonizing bells…
We met.
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