Written by
@d-pend
1/14/18

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free domain &
edited by @d-pend.

Plain version

Here on the verge -
I retire into pools that coalesce liquid gems
I say yes - the question escapes me - a nacre beach
The obsidian sand and diamond of the sunray message gleams
I am a living testament - I am a mountain become dust.

Particles on the ascent -
I - we - it - deluge of profundity
Indigo - convalescent - cinnabar - frownsmith
Colors of pollution in the aura froth madly in their
Obscure circuits - I am the cleansed, of the malady not mine.

Corpuscles - amoebas - space anemones
Oak growing from planet to planet
Coated with insane alloys to buffer radiation
Interdimensional iron - bloodstream of the Milky Way
Let me flow past the verge to that which all necks crane.