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Strawberries suspended in waves
Floating, buoyantly rose gold
In a Chardonnay glass
Between epochs
Soaking in the acidity of
Space

And time like skulls
Endlessly springing
Flowers from hollow sockets
Once where the universe bloomed
Little sprouts among the weeds
Now warring for affection

Then the solid whisper of everything
Totality
Flat nothingness
The all in all
Like monomers from sinusoidal ripples
Expressed delicately in tongues
Formed by curtains of light

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