The hail is swollen as swallowed
by cloud, emitting a crystal trail;
somehow invisible in the sideways
sun-rays. Air resists with fragile arms
that rescind to a path flecked green
and blue. Gravity has its way and its
power is raucous. All sound is all at
once everywhere and nowhere in
the rough cold of sky. A stomach
lurches north as rocky tips in
strips wink to the morning.
Magnetised, the world is
pulled as light pushes
towards the inches
that form in open
fingers. Heart-
beats are in
limbo as


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