My chest is a cuckoo clock with a phoenix
that rises every midnight.
Singes on the wood
from cardiac solar flares are visible.
This last time the firefighters had to be called
and it took a few hours to put it out.
Afterwards, a tree sacrificed a little of its wood.
that had been broken off in a storm a few weeks before,
so that I breathe easier since the
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There's a lot, A LOT, here. I'ma gonna hafta sit with this one for a while, explore its interactions with my experience, meditate on it.
Thank you.
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