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the melt

I.

a stir
a tepid poking
of moist shadowed bone
against the black
inside and cracking
into the light
white shells speak
short staccato squeals
the green
slowly unravels
through brown ground cover
a sudden leap
the spring
the melt
of color
of sound
emergence
after death

Author notes

listening to Vivladi's "Four Seasons" and Bjork

t.b.c.

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