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Lit by chance: fractured noon.
Stunned to be sentient.
The room conjures smoke,
a spareness, impenetrable;
empty air grows like blurred
I remembered your stance;
I worshipped your skirt,
lazily, on the heartwood floors.
Ha! Love it! You are a fiend, you know that? The " aces" makes it. That is so cool. I love poetry! I love the way you guys punctuate your poems. So unique. So fun to read too!