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Would a mind set fires to burn away [[monotony]] and crisp oxygen? Or, perhaps, Should? For it has been made obvious that one Would, whether with [[matches]] or a matching set of candles, Or the snapping, heated tension between two alike consciences, Both desperate for an explosion to light up the circling, endless black of every Every every day.

Car wheels ride yellow and black, spin spin spin. Glasses filled— Splash-- Passed over counters into waiting, clutching hands, all various [[shades]] of barely living. Cloud, rain, sun, ground. Cycle, Cycle me through, Soap and sud, like the shirt he cleans each Tuesday and wears each Wednesday.

Rainbow surface, Dark center, [[Waiting]] for Heat to expand. Fingers pull inward, Sharp, grate, Sshhh— Light, Thirty seconds of it. It illuminates the bubble, may pop pop pop it, but One second [[too]] long alight, And--

Pebble, grey, ready to be thrown By a child fist into a pond, To see the koi in the shallows [[Or]] deep. Slats of white pulled too Tight, closing away the inside From out. Black abyss, but not. There is something, Wavering on the edge, Yellow, green, blue. Varying somethings, meeting, Meshing, changing. Lighting what was not lighted Before. Among all things, two things, [[alike]].

There is a crack in the mirror, a crack in the face of the empty, shadowed walls where I thought I was trapped. I feel it there, on the [[Other Side]], Something that changes the me to an and also.

Chill in the bones of one, alone, but warmth in the Soul of another. Wading through the worst of times, in which the point was not there, in the continuous replaying of the same film. The shift came, something the same, not as them, but as me. Slipping through the opening, I see all things, the way, I believe, they were always meant to be [[seen]].

A voice, just heard, Paints an image, And I see you before you See me. A touch—a cloud, colored. Pink? Like a sunrise, or perhaps alluding to a sunset--but not yet.