under a magnifying glass
a flame becomes a fountain
hands reaching for the stars
at right angles to the moon
clouds now
blankets
locks yearning for a key
slowly
rolling the dice
at the footsteps
in front of me
there is no sound in this space
merely the memory of a step
yet to be taken
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That's quite good!
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