They are pretty bright

I stretch my fingers

to meet the cascade of

purple fog.

 

Round, wetness

hits the surface of my skin and scatters.

 

Stepping onto this dry ground with very clear intentions, I wipe my brow,

and welcome the rage.

 

Missing the point, you will only begin to realize

what this means

many days from now.

I am too busy dancing to feel sorry for you.

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