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Emptiness

the diamond from the basket caught myself in the reach and fall


from atop the mountain and below the oceans deep accursed call


hand to hand touching reflections poison arrowed tip, the black


light within ignites, exploding the diamond into fractalled drips


all colour within the clearness, all clear in the disappearance of I

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