Above the oceanless sky, the oceanless sky, the oceanless
sky and I, I could not be bothered to be grasped to be held to be stoked by the
glow of warm embers, breathed upon, sparks shooting out from beneath, washing
the ground before disappearing forever, forever, going out and “poof!” spitting
a little smoke, a little puff of sootened air, settling upon the ground, upon
the ground, upon the ground below.
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