Wandering and fragile,
fists and crowns,
over contaminated
zones disguised as working paradises,
elements flowing
through evolutions,
shape-probing;
as apt as the senseless
mooncalf, Titans,
wig-man?
Everything and everyone kindred
the cloud-form, that vacillates,
stagnates and swells,
moulders and frays. — It calms
the legendary, the empty blue, rips,
back-buckling from the blackness,
wandering and fragile.
Visible only, when she's gone,
antimatter spirit.
It is the day, since she's
convincing us of simulacrum,
once more,
wandering and fragile,
revolving.
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