File off the edges
And the bit-by-bit flakes fall
To the floor in pleasant time.
The tower that curls its way up the atmosphere,
Oh ambitious creeper vine on the watercolour
Blue-green promising the rains on the ocean.
Stagnant breeze across the vastness
Of a query to the air, it releases a tension
And sets ripples in the little puddles pocking the soil.
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