When It’s Faster

These searing flames/live only for themselves /dwarfed by bolts of lightning./Forked crosses/ dip while dying./What we record shows/a heart’s bright notation./Hear me out now/while you forced/flowers in my skeleton/They show purpose /they get slain/by what you brought me .                                                                                                                                                                  We labor under different suns /whose colors stunt us/in shapes of boulders they appear/once you crack them/you make them smaller.

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