with glowing
refurbished symbols
tentacles of light
that were left here
from the last
galactic meltdown.
You and I are
departed from all past lives
to live the fountain of the new
on leaking foundations.
Skeins of alphabetic mineral
made it our way,
were laid in healing webs
on sonic territory
and caught in flasks
that reflect languor.
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