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Wax Phoenix
Startled eye.
A phoenix cries.
Soft flesh, melts.
A photo flash,
the sun sets yellow in halos of fire.
A dawn race dash, the dancer's desire.
Mad piper's music,
entices in white.
Burns, twists and turns
in melee and swarm.
Hot liquid, warm wax,
and all fronts are bent into backs.
An egg cracks open.
The sunlight inside.
Mountains are fried on a lake of the future,
and beaks squawk and cry
with rough granite backs.
The future is melting
and its death is wax.
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