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Fluid

I slip through
some would make it a pain
to see
all that would wash
against diamond lines
---their derision

 

I thought
that you'd make
flutterings
of a restless mind
no less grand
than your own scenery

 

Depths not yet plumbed
are better left a hollow square
the transparent is you
and I glide through the nothing
dreading the wall
................................................
 

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