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Where my hands are
the forest awash in light
that its pieces
were floating in;
leaves glowed
white, appearing
where I grasped

that shape the
ether took
that force neither
nor indifferent

it climbed
like vines up bricks
bringing them to ruins
which surpassed what we'd built

I knew the arrival
during their endless words
new animals from the air

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