Distillation


Pile it on, give me more.
Brighter, louder, noteworthy.

Through the grey sludge on the ground,
shiny oil pools reflect a flash
of something synthetically unfamiliar.

Emerald sees copper
and removed from meaning
the dance of understanding
skips a beat.

But let's rise in syncopated rhythm,
through pool of grime
surface as boiling bubbles excited over heat
give way to gravity.

Leave behind the heavy promises
of possession to find something pure.

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