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a collision of seasons
in 24 hours
one violent rotation
vents a congested transition
as tulips pierce their frozen soil
and we flee our sheltered coil
below wrestling turbulent heat oceans
that thunder immense chaotic dances
-lapping echoes blistering our shore-
and fat electric veins bleed their portion
exploding above children lost in their parks;
50-percent day makes 50-percent darkness.
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