what one hopes to find
still intact after the soul's blaze
stands extinguished.
debris of dreams caught by wind
thrown into the sky as
reverse shooting stars
warm against cheeks streaked
with doubt.
the frame remains
the rest a pile of steam
desolate decimated by
unauthorized lightning.
how does fire rage
in the rain?
a bomb in each
drop's reflection.
a bomb in each drop
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