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Reflexes

October 26, 2015 Poems, Word

Our fickle yolk takes center stage
atop cerulean coastal mountain plains.
Hastily it dissipates and spreads
its fiery golden legs on the horizon.
With this comes a climax
carving out relief for centuries gained
and centuries that remain
grieving a future reflex.
The range grows dark and bluer yet
as the hue of our flame stays
fevered on it’s silhouette.
Somewhere – beyond where eyes can reach it,
a westward star sinks deepest
into Pacific Ocean beaches.

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