the thunderstorm hung itself
from the edge of the rainbow.
both collapsed
under the pressure
of the clear sky…
broke into fragments,
shreds…
threaded
through the body of the night,
through the dark solitude of irises.
…confined in a breath,
in the sound of sloshing blood-
too close
to the cochlear bone…
all of the sounds walked away,
footsteps melted with the echoes,
attached to the walls,
slid down,
drowned
in stale waters
of the underground.
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