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Beauty amasses through coral,
ruminations unfold,
scrupulous,
starfish remain in troubled waters.
Thinking about myself,
jumping into the recesses of the mind;
under such conditions,
cruelty must be considered,
just, or not.
A stopwatch lies on the table.
It beckons to me as a relic.
There are relics in this world
that shine ornate,
that amplify their own spectacle,
reinforce their intricacies.
Outside lies survival,
jostling like the daintings of camomile,
superfluous, caught in the wind,
like changing scriptures.
Mountains echo your name,
goats deliver theatrics,
licking salt for their survival;
the height is of no concern.
In continuums,
in the Caucus’,
we find ourselves in reverence,
a deep longing, as perseverance.
