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Folded waves of evening heat
gild the eye and hand
in a glow of scintillation,

walking, moving
through paper razors of
shadowed faux,

Dismissed, and set to motion.

I.

Choked opening, the strayed light
returns a flood, mirrors tremoring in
their load.

The tiny vessels burst, dissolved
in their bond with a lover unending;

Splashes of the foam in which it sings,

II.

Emerge!