It borders liquids,
so unreactive and shaped.
Magic boils inside.
Its transparent quality
gives us a window to art.
It is glass, breakage-
resistant, reusable.
Dwelling place of dreams.
We glimpse the heart of alloys,
beating, waiting for ever.
I will return to the Stockholm ship and do my bit to protect it (and I will recall that I emit 75 watts of body heat). I will keep in...
Chuckling at your double refraction of light, I admire your rhombohedral habit. Your clothes. Your scarlet red spanks. Like the inner...
Pectin held my life together Like in the gelled rims of apples. Polysaccharide sweet, my spur In bitter months, my fruit crumbles...
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