@lorepunk
The sun, setting
into new dimensions.
A tearing
noise, two cosmi
freed, unstuck.
A dandelion seed
lifting off.
The raindrops
remembering origin,
landing azure,
wine-dark, grey.
Glitch in the sky.
The world would stop,
but code, crossaints
must ship.
One day, we’ll
be foxes, alive
in wood, knife
and nose
forever.
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