Condensation:
Little drops
On the paper roll
Together;
So many things gather
Into a weighty pool.
Absorption:
Colors bleed into
One another, spreading
Ambiguous edges—
Nothing begins,
Nothing ends.
Evaporation:
All previous existence,
Gone.
Reason disappears,
Identity dissolved,
And I am nothing more
Than a watermark.
I'd tell them, you know, if they wanted to know. I'd tell them all sorts of things.
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