the
railing
(the
barrier between durable surfaces)
takes
small breaths
night
escapes between the leaves
onto
the bark
whispering
small syllables
a
foggy gloss
moistures your eyes
even the flat malted sky without sign of clouds
pulsates with
red heartbeats
it
is not to dissimilar to the physical reality
or
body to decipher from birth
just
a slight buzz
the
vibration of a silent hum
encapsulates
the body.
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