One Hot Celestial Midnight
Pull me up into your migration,Allow my foreign form among your flow.
By this time tomorrow, I hope to have
dominated your elusive detritus.
Oh, you humble sky,
you quiet panorama,
I am the frontier to your hungry body.
Maybe if I stomp around on this rooftop long enough,
I'll just become a chimney
so that rain will mix with the dust of me
and evaporate into you.
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