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Dec 2013
Below the Chinese sunset
Beneath a Shanghai sky.
Deep inside Changbai mountains
My shiny top is mined.

My body's make
Man's latest take.
Becoming God
Still having to die.

My innards so
Transparent.
So combusting
On the sly.

A spring
A flint
Wheeled Thumb's
Imprint.

Fire
On the fly.
Lightbulb Martin
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Lightbulb Martin  Right on the cusp
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