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Crowded in Fluidity

Reflect the coming misery

Likened to that of ice and graves

to worship and preserve for the remainder

to see and feel the sounds and emotions

collected in wide nets by limbless christs

in a lake bright with the green of the natural godhead

Call to quiver and shake off useless limbs

Too careless in folds of plasma

The crushing weight of foreverness

The yearning of times remaining to be seen

Brown rain gently fading into the fullness of sleep