a flake
pure as can be,
a creation,
a process,
I can not fathom;
descends
...for a time,
and disappears
into oblivion;
I too...
arrived Pure
and will depart, for sure
in a white pure?
how do i make sure?
do I want to be covered?
during the last stretch,
and let the fire ignite my Pile
or, do i want to ignite within
and go the way i came?
Pure, like a Flake
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