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fusion
born of fire ruled by air
drift net strands of icicle sea
melt into the deep. he was taken
by the water blue of her eyes
walls of purgatory built in
dreams after the hours of darkness
walls predestined to be
undone. eyes unveil with
every careful knot as
she stretches out her soul
he searches her energies of
light for lies. incertitude
turns the air to umber
certainty turns the air to white
water meeting fire one soul
cut two ways more than flesh
and blood can bear as one.


Mia Moore