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lights come up to my ceiling
and latch onto it like some gargantuan lizard,

shrunken in size. It flickers, then strays

completely out of my optic,

erratic in hands of leaves&wind,
  two great puppeteers,

these scales look animated.

   they create a crevice
   in the hollow and expanse of nothing

then melt easy as hails when strong rain comes.

                         spill to the ground, no form.

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