Darkness dissembles; the lights recede
At random; bright
Pinpoints appear; valves hiss and unwind—
Isolate, far away, like breath
Escaping, the rush of blood
Dwindles to different chambers…
Meanwhile, the rinsings go on
And on, like an ocean,
Spilling into the flesh, rubbing
Their foamy edges into the grain.
Now there is no removal,
For these are the waters that burn,
The acids that scald;
These are the flames you have asked for.
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