the count is down
the sound is hot
steaming boils
a calm to knots
temper rises
spine on fire
piercing eyes
“… refine
dear Shire…”
best to breathe
be a push to the light
“slide to the left”
recall to the right….
“…. Time’s Up….”
we’re fresh in
Sight
….looks up, looks up….
“who’s flighty?”
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