A True Dimension of Nothingness

A motion of smoke.
A burn-blue apple.
An interior
cause of things.

A deep
authentic bite.
A satisfactory
tooth of a core.

Fire coming upon
such a world—

From such things
will make a test—

An obitual soot.
A sprain of work.
A reactionary
pulp of searing things.
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