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102982TRANQUIL
102982TRANQUIL
we are electric angels, her and I.
whisper, whisper, sad iridium
her seashore smile is found in these
and my sub-infinites,
expansive, and
thought of
at the last moment
she inhales clean air
she; desert rose, in broken thoughts she
wanders. nearby,
throughout and within a sensible rain,
a sense of it all,
and infrequent sunlight
the pre-storm skies are my thundercloud, tranquil sweet
a kiss of
quantum energy
is heard through an indifferent medium
and the tensile smile of the aero-planes:
wet.
skin.
she ground+s me,
but scarcely before the
imminent