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Cyclones of Extinction.

In submission
to a maddening inner itch,
the hot glow of a burning
desire, he touches

skin
to it to hear
a momentary sizzle
before a mad dance
of ashes, like a snow globe,
encircle him, violence
of the winds reducing
him to but another wasted
speck, another last call

of Once Was among them.
Another blur amidst
cyclones of extinction.

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