Gravity; dripping, prune-like finger tips
hugging rough and speckled stone.
Burning; glowing in the singular flame
contained with a tried glass dome.
Clarity; rippling stark reflections
lingering, as the breeze drifts past.
Finally; bobbing beneath quieting trees
reveling softly, to be at last.
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