Wish
A thousand things times
naught. I want
that. An empty.
The glint
from a fork
eclipsed
in the wet
of a mouth. The ash
flake
having once. I ask
the trace
of a sea
gone extinct. Subtract.
The path
of a fin
from that past. A breath
next to last.
Nothing.
Less.
Wish
A thousand things times
naught. I want
that. An empty.
The glint
from a fork
eclipsed
in the wet
of a mouth. The ash
flake
having once. I ask
the trace
of a sea
gone extinct. Subtract.
The path
of a fin
from that past. A breath
next to last.
Nothing.
Less.
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