Taste
Oceans of fire consumed the torrent valley
Filling the air with a pungent aroma that spelled
New beginning
A deep closed eye 4 count inhale
Secured the thought of victory
A sharp sensation at the rear center of the skull
Followed by a quick sonic zip
An odd penetration
A warm release greeted by a wondering finger
Last exhale dissipates
A fall
Eyes remain closed
Forever
The universe centers in and collapses to the last beat of a palpitating
cause
A shooting star, from moons ago spotted by two young lovers star gazing
while laying down on a suburban driveway in the month of may,
finally makes sense
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