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silver and white
it's gone
the flash went while spilling its growth
the more in it graceful as water
it came down carrying what looked like backpacks filled with even more
it's face is a bottomless house of levels
I've been thirsty for the trunk of a tree while it filled my mind
I finally felt bark like the neck beneath the leaves
and now it's the packs watering the streets in shades of silver for discovery
but a broom is sweeping them
since they look like trash
and silver shrunk its glitter after the sky said only he can hold a sea of lights
without having to carry each one
now I love beauty again
it used to be so catching that it would fall deeply against the ground
the rain in snow
the wet dew in and over photographs
sliding everything
but eyes down without music
in one song I am stolen
only one
the visual game is wood that burns by sight
I've spun in circles
But my eyes have slept in a bed not in a palace
Emptied their pockets on the table and my face
after some of the silver tried to form an elephant in my room
it is too much
I got away
and now I love beauty again
it's face used to be a blinding rocket peeling off more space to see
I finally stopped trying to catch up with it and watched it leave
leave me with all what it left me in bags
But a broom came by and is sweeping them around my legs
since most things look dim in the rain