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Hidden long within the deepest reaches of my heart,
the snapping blue white lights of memory awake,
to move across the black of time's sweet healing salve,
and whisk to the fore, my sleeping pain,
to fresh felt hurt.
Embers fanned to flame,
Skin; to sweat,
Nerves; to pain.
Like a faultless, bouncing butterfly who's sum,
was sudden made complete,
destiny's cruel contract filled:
to hang suspended, halfway through a second ;
then turn lifeless in a twisting circled glide,
and fall to earth forever more.
Smitten orange paper flag still vibrant yet
but as much a leaf as is a leaf...torn from a tree.