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Nothing so conserving

As cool cleaving

Note of the Q H U

Clear carving

Breath-giving

Pollen smelling

Space

White telling

Of slaking

Drinkable

Through fingers

Running water

Grass haulms

Grow to

Leading astray

Of fireflies

Aerial quadrille

Bouncing

Off one another

Again conjoining

In recaptured pulses

Of light

You too

Had something

At that time

Of a green-lit glow-worm

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Yet slowly drenched

To raylessness

In rain