Dark matter, in her eyes the health of distance,
when with delay the plane landed in a burst of flames.
Barefaced in transformation starboard, first touch
of essential ground; temporarily not embodied, wave
of a soul enters the mosaic of a time-shredding reptile;
it is mushroom, hot consistency rooming with a taste
of sudden entry; no disc preformatted, abundant energy
offers a first tickle to Anna's toes.
Her three-month-old fetus rebuilding its watery
boundaries into the unnamed; slip, slit sliding unlimited
stream of fear? The pilot on its nomadic journey,
flight flooded, pouring air; the the navigator's needle oscillating
to a picture in his wallet said no; nineteen, college.
karate and breath of a surfer bursting leeward.
here the one sail's move changes speed.-
There lingers a logic of no withdrawal from barefooted
flames on delay, a manifold of almost-touch.
may I, the mail go greeting foamed stamps?

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